I keep getting older, they stay the same age

So I was having this glorious day yesterday...... conquered the gym like gangbusters, got plenty of work done, and turned a few lightbulbs on for some college seniors that seem to be fighting the idea of learning with every ounce of energy available to them. About 9:00 I head back to the office, let class out early because there's an exam next time. Who's still in the office? Why it's my always reliable Moroccan amigo Mouhcine, who has also been very productive for the day. Well this kind of day certainly calls for a celebration.

The weather has been beautiful for the past few days, at least the weather link on my desktop tells me so. We're no dummies, so without missing a beat we promptly stowed our gear and relocated to the Stonewall biergarten for libation and stimulating conversation under the stars. Started off predictably with some bad music and good beer, then the Wednesday night college scene started taking a turn down a road I never expected to travel down so soon in my life.

Quickly Mo and I started to notice that there is a new trend in clothing this spring. Ladies, gentlemen, and perverts alike, micro shorts have made a comeback. Mo was quick to comment, "The only way these girls could wear any less clothing is if they just came in bikinis. It'll be swimsuits next week." Now most of you that know me may expect that this was the result of some karmic reward to me for living right and silently enduring an abusive ex-girlfriend. Shoot, not that long ago I would have agreed with you. Oh ho ho, this could not have been further from the truth.

I didn't foam at the mouth, rush home for my puppy companion (easiest way to break the ice), or even catch myself uncontrollably ogleing. Instead, I was overtaken by this idea that, hey, these girls look like they're 12. Their dads would pop blood vessels in their brains if they saw how their daughters were dressed right now. Oh, but it didn't stop there....

Mo showed up at the table with our third pitcher of the evening and as I watched him yawn I realized, I kind of wish there wasn't a crowd so that we could hear each other, I don't really want any more beer, and if I left now to return to my quiet house a couple of blocks away I would be more than satisfied.

What did all of this mean? What kind of a freakish monster am I becomeing? I keep pinching myself and nothing is changing, so I must not be dreaming/having a nightmare.

When I shared with Mo the storm that was raging in my mind, he offered sage like wisdom that brought it all into focus. "Simple, you're not depressed anymore. What you feeling is contentment."

"What about the girls?" I said.

"Well, they are little kids. Just listen to some of their conversations." He said.

He was absolutely right. Oh believe me, dear reader, I like women. I like a woman's smell, strength, practicality, shape, intelligence,................. I like all things about women that make them the dominant sex. I just am not attracted to girls any more.

As Matthew Mcconaughey stated in the movie Dazed and Confused. "I keep getting older, they stay the same age."

Well, I'm happy getting older, and when I was their age I was really good at it.

Now I'll be good at being older.



Dale......out