i’m addicted to men. hold on, scratch that. i’m addicted to older men. i mean, much older. i’m talking about more then a decade older. they’re taller, hotter, meaner, better at keeping me where i need to be. and that’s right on the edge.
but…
they also have more kids. and i’m too young to take any of those on.
barnaby – find me a young guy who’s going to give me what i need.
get them to write in.
gardenia x
Hey Gardenia,
Both male readers of this blog are welcome to send their photos in and i’ll happily forward them on (no, not those kind of photos)
But you know what? I think you’re complaining unnecessarily here. What’s a few decades between friends? Those old dudes know what to do with a lady. They’ve taken their time working it out. So why shouldn’t you benefit? And more importantly… why shouldn’t they benefit from their years of trial and error before passing on their prowess to young and nubile ladies? Then, you can show the younger boys what the nice old men helped you learn about yourselves.
Maybe Elton wasn’t singing about Simba in the Circle Of Life after all.
Get with the old dudes. They’re good. That’s what all of my girlfriends have told me anyway. Let me know how it goes. There’s always space for more knowledge.
Cheers,
barnaby
My suggested soundtrack:
Touch of grey – Grateful Dead
Connection – Elastica
It’s not me – Supergrass
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