Loving Antiques

Love among antiquities is not the same as that with the young. There are complexities. These days, some are fixable with pills but most are entirely due to the attitudes of the subjects. The elder has image to deal with. Do I look alright to him or her? The beauty of it is that if you're both old, you both have the same kinds of beauty marks: blue veins, flab, loose muscles, liver spots and wrinkles. These are all natural matters that are part of the aging process and if you are both old, so be it. Women seem to worry more about them than men do. They believe that their man really wants the younger, slimmer, tighter skinned woman. Not true. While he may entertain himself temporarily or until the SWT tires of him and his aging qualities, he really wants someone who gets it. He and she both want someone who understands what it is like to feel unwilling to leap out of bed and run around the block or jog down to the gym for an 8 AM bone jarring session. The six pack is now the full dozen and the ham has strings. The uplift is now the down draft and the pony tail has become a shorn mane. Ah life in the slower lane. But love in Antiqueville has its advantages. You can cuddle together and watch the oldy movies and actually remember seeing them when they were new. You can fall asleep and not worry because your partner is also, hopefully soundlessly, dozing. When you hear the litany of the aches and pains, you can share them. You take the same pills apparently. When you're spooning, you fit nicely. Your fat zones, fit his skinny ones and vice versa. Getting up at night a dozen times can be turned into some sweet conversational moments. Being retired, who cares when the sun comes up. There are no alarms. Yes, the older realm is not a bad one in which to reside. With pride.