Whatever it is, it's the new forty
posted by sooyup
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Daily trivia,
Pictures of Emm,
Wedded bliss
This Blog, in case you hadn’t noticed, is to a large extent an essay in praise of the older woman - more specifically, mine. It’s considered rude to ask (or to divulge) a lady’s age, which precludes me from boasting “Emma isn’t bad for ---, is she?” Not that Emma herself has ever been precious about such things. She readily admits to her age when asked directly, and is amused - and I suspect secretly pleased - by the invariable answer: “You can’t be!” Asking for concessionary fares and other pensioners’ perks, often leads to suspicious looks. What sort of skinflint tries to get a cheap meal by pretending to be older than she is? Bus-drivers roll their eyes and shake their heads in similar disbelief when she flashes her bus-pass. Despite enjoying the flattery, Emma never explains why she looks younger than she is. It’s not a portrait hidden in the attic like Dorian Gray’s. It is, she insists, the by-product of being in love (with me, thank God) and of enjoying regular sex (with me, thank God).