“Warm out today. I like when the winter layers start to come off.
“Lots of pretty girls around today. One of the nice things about getting old is that more and more people look pretty. Those young folk are just so attractive, without even trying. And there sure are a lot more women that are younger than me around these days! Like that one. I wouldn’t have taken a second glance at her when I was her age. But now, that’s worth a long look, just because she’s young. Hey, if I were ever going to go gay, it’d be for a young man.
“Then if you add on the women my age who still look good, it gets to be a pretty good thing. Makes up for some of the aches and pains.
“Now, that one’s too young. Who taught her to dress like that? Pre-pubescent children do nothing for me. And the one’s that are grown, but still under 18, they may look hot, but I’d leave them alone. Not that they’d want anything to do with me. Heh. Besides, I’d look silly chasing after the girls. I don’t pretend to be a kid. Just a harmless, dirty old man, that’s me!
“Look at that outfit! I must be getting old. Who’d think that looks good? The kids look good in spite of the silly things they wear. Too bad some perfectly good-looking older women try to look younger by dressing younger. They should be comfortable with who that are. Can’t hold back time.”