Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Friday, February 08, 2008

8 February - A tale of 3 Men

A simple one really, may expand on it some other time and am sure the male readers would have plenty to retort but... based on a short meal and drink with two girlfriends last night, the following was established: without a good woman most men would not function. I don't care that some of them run big hedge funds or politics (er... case in point, see the mess on the markets and the world in general), they are not very good on a day to day level.

Of these 3 men in question, one would be bankrupt (subtext: if it wasn't for the wife), as he has no notion of how much the tax man wants and even when he does, he doesn't set it aside and would spend it on new clothes because everytime someting is dirty, not knowing how a washing machine functions, he'd just go out get more. And he'd forget the kids's private school fees and a host of other things. He'd forget to feed the kids too if left in his care, if a washing machine is difficult, so is a cooker. Never mind that he has a house full of computers and gadgets on which he's very competent.

One would be a sad lonely figure drinking pints every night at the same pub as he'd been doing for years, and would be overweight due to said pints and bad food and would also not have a decent sofa to sit on or uplighter lighting. These two improvements to his quarters were achieved recently by the new girlfriend who also bought cushions (here my heart goes out to him) and who encouraged him to go swimming four times a week and so he's over a stone lighter than when they met, and has also acquired new social skills and social group by being absorbed into hers.

One would be in heart attack territory and depression if it wasn't for supporting g/friend who also insists on visiting GP's and measuring blood pressure when one has palpitations or when one is ill and who enforces (eventually) assorted other practitioners who can get your rhythms flowing again and help regain optimism, find new work etc.

All these men are over 43 and still causing as much work as if they were 9 years old. It's kind of tiring ... At least 2 of them are currently still performing at the top of their sexual abilities so there is some payback and it's not all doom and gloom.

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