OK let me admit up front that although I don't think so, you would probably consider me an old man. Now this is not a bad thing, I mean I've always said 'only the lucky get old' and yet some wouldn't consider this lucky. As a youth, I always had an active sex life and only in retrospect, do I see a steady decline with my advancing age.
I have found that even with a declining ability, as a widower I found my prospects inclining with each year. Here is the thing, we older single men are outnumbered by single women by, I don't know three to one or something like that. Believe me this didn't take long to discover, I'm talking like at my wife's funeral I was hit on by three different women. It's as if they scan the obits looking for men to score with, OK I know this is not right and yet that's how it is.
My problem is and I'm sorry for saying this but with all these available women out there, none of them interested me. You see no matter how old I am I don't consider myself an old man; ergo I wanted a younger woman to fulfill my needs. It's easy to see the quandary this presented and yet just as easy to see the solution as given by the various and sundry pharmaceutical companies in our fair land. Yes thanks to Viarga, Cilais, etc. an older man has now the capability to cohabit with a younger woman.
Therefore, with my prescription in hand and desire in my loins I set out to meet a younger woman. I went to a place they call a cougar bar, that is a meeting site where older women meet younger men. My thoughts on this were I could swoop in after the cougars struck out and the pickens would be easy. My plan worked rather well, and after watching a young woman humiliated by some kid, I came in for the kill. These punk kids didn't know what they were missing and I was happy to show them up.
"Now do you believe what they say?" She bit and asked what that was,