Friday, April 30, 2010

Lunch with a Siren

A handsome young lady invited an older gentleman to lunch in order to pursue a legitimate business hunch but also knowing she would be enjoying basking in the glowing as he boiled in frustrated lust.


Like everything else, the more elusive some pleasure is the greater the attraction and when the prospects are nil, indeed verboten, the attraction can approach infinity - most discomforting.

Earlier in life any single such instance can easily be allowed to slide off with the subconscious thought that there is always tomorrow and the prospect of another, the denial then is momentary only, not permanent. But when the tomorrows begin to be more countable, that stratagem fails and each passing comely lass produces a painful regret that cannot be avoided; part of the hell of getting older. Some men seem to be lucky enough to lose their libido to golf or something, others though are doomed to make subtle (or not so) fools of themselves, becoming ever more pathetic in their evident frustrations. There are few things less attractive than a man who has failed to bury his libido in a timely manner and women, well they have thier own weakness; to a point they like being suffered over.

P.S. Ernest Borgnine has the best answer I suppose.