Virility

We worry about our virility.  After all, we're not six anymore.  So we do what we can.  Drink lots of ginseng, stockpile Cialis, start our morning with a heaping bowl of Honey Bunches of Onan.  This is what comes of getting old.  Hair starts to grow out of your ears, you find yourself browsing the senility aisle at the pharmacy, and your penis spends lots of time crying, "I've fallen and I can't get up!"

Actually, it's not that bad.  We haven't had no complaints from any of the imaginary women we've made love to lately. 

Still, you can see it all, over the horizon. 

Our problem is we don't see ourselves falling in love with women our own age.  We still like the younger models.  Who look at us and think, "Doddering."  This could lead to complications.  Now that we're sort of single again, we've aged out of our preferred market.  We've reached that point in life where the pursuit of younger women is perceived as creepy, or even worse, pathetic. 

Then again, we do pathetic well.  Some women even find it endearing.  These are generally the types of women who like to start fires. 

Comments

[Bullet Holes]

I have gone from taking it, as you say, stockpiling it. One of these days I'm going to wear somebody out.

[UF MIKE]

My doc gave me six free ones when I was last in his office. I haven't had cause to use any of them yet. I may never have cause to use any of them, ever. This living with the ex-wife is for the birds.

[Bullet Holes]

I left you a long comment about this a while back. I left it twice. It kept disappearing. And yesterday, when I used the "C" word, that comment disappeard. must be some kind of filter to keep spam of your blog, yes?