While married my tastes were otherwise stunted, mostly noticing women in their teens and twenties, like when I was shopping in the '70s. Today I realized how fricking gorgeous a woman in her 40s, 50s, or 60s can be.
And, FTR, Mrs Robinson was actually only a couple years older than Dustin Hoffman.
Go to the store with opened eyes, and look around. See that guy in tight blue jeans, checking the calories in yogurt? Waste a second and count his wrinkles. Wrinkles can be cute. Yeah, his Harley tee-shirt is stupid, but he might be otherwise interesting.
And the Law of Seven can be your pal as you transition. Take your age, divide it by two, then add seven. For me that’s 38.5, a woman who really is barely on the edge of appropriate, or even interesting.
Okay, fair enough. You’re new and don’t know. I’m 63 and after 40+ years of being together mine goodwife died. She was incredible, but I find myself seeking a possible substitute. I don’t expect anyone as incredible, as I punched above my weight the first time, but I seek someone who can make some of the same references. Wife was Snark Queen of the Universe. I would settle for a Princess, though hot appropriately aged women have a head start. With a definition of “hot” that is realistic.
Er, said by the guy listening to Blue Oyster Cult. There’s a difference between the crap on the radio and what can be listened to. Not much, but the former bored me 40 years ago. The latter can be interesting.