As an old lady I wonder if I can still pull?
I'm married and living with my husband so I'm not alone in the world. But the old urges never really die, I find. The quest, the desire to flirt, test.
My children kindly egg me on about this, and say I should see what happens.
Recently at the theatre, I went to look at the set during the interval. My children were sitting in the auditorium, eating ice-creams (they too hang on to old desires, even as young adults, so ice-cream is still high on their list of things to do in the interval).
I stood for no more than 2 minutes looking at the stage before a (handsome) man came and stood beside me. We talked about the set, all very mild.
Behind me I could hear guffaws from my offspring.
They thought it was fast work on my part, though I had not been thinking about flirting at all - I just wanted to look at the intricacies of the set (it was the Little Shop of Horrors).
They said later they were impressed with the speed with which I attracted a man to my side. Very flattering.
Now we have a house-guest, someone I've known since I was 20 and he urges me to come to bed with him while my husband is at the dentist. I say no, but feel flattered again. He keeps talking about it. Neither of us look all that glamorous, we are fatter and saggier than when we first knew each other.
I say 'Not yet', and he snorts. 'How long will I have to wait? Forty years?'
I say I don't know.
See - I can still pull.