Feelin' older than I want to...
May. 28th, 2023 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsThe other day, as I was heading home from an event downtown, three adorable women, college-age, walked onto the train and started making their way up the aisle. I was in one of the seats that faces toward the back of the train, so eventually they passed me and out of sight.
Across from me, facing the other way, was a man who had to be about ten years older than I am. After the girls had passed it was comically obvious that his eyes were locked to their asses for what even I thought was an unseemly amount of time.
I realized then that I had become old, because, dammit, I used to check out cute womens’ asses all the time. I’m a firm believer that being aesthetically pleasing in public, especially if you’ve put effort into being aesthetically pleasing in public, is a fine thing, and that others should be able to appreciate it.
But dammit, I miss the vitality, the drive, that went with my aesthetic appreciation. Getting old kinda sucks.
Across from me, facing the other way, was a man who had to be about ten years older than I am. After the girls had passed it was comically obvious that his eyes were locked to their asses for what even I thought was an unseemly amount of time.
I realized then that I had become old, because, dammit, I used to check out cute womens’ asses all the time. I’m a firm believer that being aesthetically pleasing in public, especially if you’ve put effort into being aesthetically pleasing in public, is a fine thing, and that others should be able to appreciate it.
But dammit, I miss the vitality, the drive, that went with my aesthetic appreciation. Getting old kinda sucks.
