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Middle-aged sexiness is a strange thing. Most of us in our late 30’s and early 40’s still think of ourselves as being just out of high school. I see the “sexy angst” played out all the time among my peers. Like a few years ago, when a bunch of us were coaching kids soccer. One of the moms, a commander of a woman, had just gotten a short haircut, and was walking across the field, hair bobbing about her neck. One of the dads stopped dead in his tracks to tuck his overl
A week later, on the same soccer field, one of the moms noticed I was getting a few wisps of grey at my temples. “David! Are you getting some grey hair?” “Yeah, I’ve had some grey for years.” “I think it’s so sexy.” “Hmmm. What good does that do me,” I wondered. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter much who thinks I’m sexy, unless it’s my wife. From general observation, I can tell you that wives are not easily impressed.
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Now, I’m lucky that Mara still laughs at my jokes, in fact, so often that it sometimes surprises me. I like to get to the movies early because I just love that