I'm trying to hold off Father Time as long as possible.

I'm lucky to not have any injury or condition that prevents me from exercising, so body-wise I'm doing pretty well. I'm actually in better shape now than I was 25 years ago, when I was working too hard, going to grad school, and had little kids to run after. But time takes its toll, e.g. I'm starting to get those smile lines on my face, and the "age spots" are starting to appear on my hands. There's the greying hair too, but fortunately women seem to like guys with grey hair.  

Ask me again in 10-20 years!

...for some reason ladies like me more now.

As long as I have my health and the plumbing continues to function normally, I'm not going to worry about growing old which is something that I have no control over.

I don't have the stamina like I did 20 yrs ago, the gray hairs are becoming more prevalent these days, and I'm a few pounds heavier (but not overweight).  Although, I also have those good Asian genes, so I've been told that I look much younger than my age (60).  At least I have that to my advantage for now ...LOL.

Probably the only age related thing that I'm getting self-conscious about in regards to the hobby is when I'm looking for new providers.  I tend to shy away for the younger ladies in their early 20s and sorta look for ladies who are more friendlier to our age group.

But honestly I'm in better shape now than I was years ago. I've committed to a fitness regimen that has had very good results, and the ladies often remark that I don't seem as old as the calendar would suggest. So don't worry about age! Embrace it, whatever your age is, and get in shape if you can. Remember, many of the working girls really do prefer a mature man. My 2 current SBs are both 50 years younger than me!

But then I started to get alot of compliments on how my hair looked great on me. So now it's part of my "Persona" as one lady tells me...so I learned how to make lemonade out of lemons.

I suspect that problem will take care of itself when my memory totally is shot.

My body could be in the best shape ever.  By being disciplined about exercise and diet, I feel healthier than ever and my sexual functioning allows me to have long intercourse sessions which both my partners and I very much enjoy.

Till then, don't worry about turkey necks, chicken wings, or pigeon chests.

Just be sure to have the heart of a six year old.

I keep mine in a jar on my desk

I'm a fit older man, I have medals to prove it. When I look in the mirror there IS some stranger there that looks familiar but he's not somebody I remember. My mind is a little different. That part of my mind that thinks about 'sex' is still a teenager.  

There is a quote that we should remember when it comes to sex..."I'd rather be a failure at something I love, than a success at something I hate." So if things don't always work for you don't worry if you love it. The ladies won't complain.

And a final quote "Men are like wine - some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age." I like to think of myself as a fine aged wine.

that the future is shorter and shorter. In many ways this is certainly one of the two or three best times of my life.  I wish it could stay just like this (maybe with just a little improvement in eyesight and bladder capacity) and go on forever. I know neither thing will happen; I try to forget that fact in my every day life

I, myself, prefer older men. I don't mind or dislike your crows feet that reflect all of your happiest memories, your times of laughter and excitement.. The joy in your life. I don't hate your lightening hair, as you are enlightened with the wisdom that only comes with time and experience in life. The glasses you wear, because your eyes are straining from every beautiful sunrise, sunset, shooting star, and naked woman you've seen. I dont judge you for your lack of technological skills, in fact, I envy your simplicity, you're ability to almost live completely without the things that the younger generation fonds over.  

I am ashamed to be a part of the generation where a shiny new phone overshadows  That Family night out to the carnival. The generation that cant remember a phone number or give simple directions without asking a robot embedded into the hard drive of a "smart" phone, whilst still complaining it doesnt do enough for them. Where cars could run for YEARS, no, DECADES and drive away from almost any accident, with minmal (if any) damage. Before we all gave up on learning the multiplication tables by heart and depended on calculators and machines to do it all for us. When kids took education seriously, when houses were under 100k, when parents acted like parents and children acted like children.

No, I do not mind your "turkey neck" or "arm stretch" as it shows me you're from a generation that deserves respect. Not Judgement or Disdain. HELL! You've been through more than enough, relaxing and unwinding is something you deserve. And I'm sure any provider with a head on her shoulders should feel the same.

 
Kisses ,
Brittney

Work hard feel good about yourself and your effort will shine

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It's interesting,
when I was young and most beautiful, my ability to see my beauty was blurred by my self-consciousness.
I never felt pretty or good enough. I was programmed to believe that what was on the TV and in the magazines were the only things accepted by society.  I did not seem to measure up, when I compared myself to that standard.

Now, as I am entering a new chapter of life and sexuality, I have learned to love every single bit of me and have found New things inside of me to make another human being happy!  
I have found that Experience is quite Valuable and I am now able to connect with someone to bring out the best in them.

Most Good providers are not looking at the hair, the neck, or the scars of living life.  
They Dive Deeper.
They will be searching for that feeling of respect and drops of love, so that they can do what they do best,  
Give Love.

Bodies, but alas it does not work like that.  So I will enjoy the changes of seasoning...yours and mine.  The real man is inside whatever the wrapping is.