Is there such a concept?
And I am not using ‘the ages’ figuratively…I am talking about actual calendar years in a person’s life. So sit back and listen as I recount an interesting tale of humor – depending on which foot the shoe you are wearing stands.
This morning as I do my household chores, I hear a knock on my door, it is my elderly female neighbor of 75yrs going strong. She is slim in figure and sports a sexy, short almost totally gray hair style, almost boyish yet feminine at a glance – mind you, an attractive old woman in her years. She is dressed conservatively in a light blue sweater accessorized by a dark blue wool scarf, a simple pair of black slacks and a half open grey overcoat to stave off the light winter wind of the early morning. She has her grocery bag with her and a loaf of freshly baked brown bread which she bought for me.
I usher her inside and as I get some change to pay for the bread, she grabs my shoulder and tells me she has to tell me a story and that I should not repeat it. My eyebrows arch in curiosity, then my lips curve into a smile as I wonder what that could be. I assure her that I will keep her secret…and by writing this article, it might seem that I am not, however, I will not mention any names and I simply using the experience to illustrate a concept.
She continues in a hurried yet whispered voice, as if the next door neighbors might hear. She tells me that as she is walking towards the supermarket where she does her daily shopping errands, she hears a car horn tooting behind her back, she does not turn around but ensures that she is not in the line of traffic. Then the car drives beside her and parks. Out comes this woman to whom she has on one or two occasions said a courteous hello. The woman greets her with the customary kiss on both cheeks (in her country) and then without warning, kisses her full-throttle on the lips…my neighbor is in shock at this gesture. After a brief and trembling laugh, she continues. The woman than inquires if she is romantically attached and then continues to say that she is very attracted to her. My neighbor shakes her head in disbelief and retorts that she is in no way attracted to her in that way, and as politely as she could, she dismissed the woman and hurried off to do her shopping.
She stares at me for my take on the matter…I am in convulsive laughter! Then we are both laughing. All I could come out with was, “How good does it feel to be loved?” To which we both burst out in higher octaves of laughter.
She accepts payment for the bread and takes her absence. As she enters the lift, and says her adieu, I throw her a kiss as the elevator door closes, she bursts out laughing again, and so do I.
All laughter aside, I found it interesting that sexuality crosses all borders regardless of age, sex or culture.
What do you think?