For my money, the women between 30-36 are the most desirable. And if saying that out loud means I get the come-on from all those who currently fall in that fleeting spam of years via PM's galore, so be it. That age, worldly smarts, and big breasts go a long way toward reeling me in.
I like cutting the fool with younger women, because I learn a lot from them, but they don't make the old warhorse rear up on his hind legs like their big sisters do. And they know it. More than one has confided that she wished she could shimmy like her sister Kate, and I could say nothing more but that I hoped she developed the knack by the time she reached 30.
And I'm not saying that after 36 it's all over. A woman can lie about her age as long as she looks the part, and if I'm convinced, I'm all in.
Maybe it's in the point when they fully understand life enough to feel passionately about wringing every moment dry, but not yet at the point where they get the joke and see life for the selfish bitch she is. I'm only guessing on that, and maybe projecting a little of my own misery into it.
Anyway, those years are the heart of the melon, the T-bone's filet, and the crispy end of the brisket of beef. God, just thinking about them makes me drool!
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