A TIME TO FACE REALITY

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By Richard de Orizaba

There comes a time in every man’s life when the onset of age hits you like a ton of bricks. If you are one of those people who could not resist passing in front of a mirror and looking, admiringly and adoringly, then you are not too concerned with aging. But if you are vane and shallow like me, the aging process is torture, it is a veritable source of stress and concern.

What once used to draw the attention and enabled me to ensnare some of the most desirable young and old alike, is fast disappearing. Erased is now the freshness of a firm young body with the desirable flesh. There is just so much shaving or plucking white hairs you can do. Just for Men can only cover some of the white and then if you are as unfortunate as I was to be allergic to the stuff, then you are in deep shit trouble. I got to the point where I was getting blisters in my scalp from the hair tint. I had to quit using it and within a month or two I

was salt and pepper. This didn’t last very long, because the pepper started to relinquish its dominance to the salt and the black hairs now are but a few.

I know what you are going to say: that I deserve to be punished with the loss of my youthful good looks because I am too vane and too shallow. I will agree with you to a degree but to me it remains a crisis and it is taking a long time to accept.

No, I am not growing old gracefully, no I am not well adjusted because when I look into a mirror I don’t see me, I see another person with a different wrapping, one that I am not familiar with and one that causes me a great deal of grief.

We all know Mother Nature is a bitch, she is capricious and fickle. She gives

some of us a lot and others hardly anything. But if Mother Nature is a cunt, then FATHER TIME is a pluperfect son of a bitch. He is the great equalizer; the destroyer of what little Mother Nature so reluctantly gives us.

This is the way I feel about my growing old. However, strange as it may seem, I find older guys totally hot and desirable. It is almost a given that I will be attracted to men in their fifties and sixties more than I would somebody in their twenties or thirties.