Monday, 21 November 2011

Age ain't nothing but a number

For the longest time, I used to see 30 as this big frightening number that one gentleman shouldn't be over if he had any inspiration to insert himself into my pants.

Then, I turned 30 myself. I don't know if it's age, wisdom or my year long drought, but nowadays I have a lot of trouble of sustaining interest in gentlemen under the respectable age of 35. I even express my preference in the ones who are above 40 lately.

I skipped a whole decade of sexual partners availability overnight, or so.

Why? I truly, truly am done with immature boys. I need men now.

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