My relationship with Best Pal was under discussion last night in the Slaughtered Lamb where a gas leak had forced us out of the cellar bar - gig cancelled - and into our cups.BP's artistic, educated, female [yeah!] work colleagues were claiming he & I had a "romantic friendship" going on. The big question was who was Brideshead Revisited's Charles Ryder in the pairing, and who Sebastian Flyte. While BP apparently exhibited Flytesque naughtiness, I was easy to imagine treasuring Aloysius. These smart early-thirties women just can't resist taking the piss!
So anyway, one of them has taken a 26 year old toy boy, another is half-way to snagging one, and the third declares herself intrigued by the idea. And yes, I increasingly fantasise about toyboyhood myself.
No doubt Freud would have something to say about the fascination-with-older-women 'phase' guys my age go through. It may also be to do with the fact that girls chill out a bit towards men as they get older - we become benign idiots rather than devil's spawn - and Being a Nice Guy starts working again after years of irrelevance. The pressure to mis-sell yourself like a 90s pension is off and you can score as the person you are...
That's probably all bollocks but has me thinking - how about a 34 year old for my next "romantic friendship"?
2 comments:
Why not? I'm of a "try anything once" persuasion.
Well quite, there's something of the tickbox about going "out of one's range"...
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