I have no illusions as to my irresistible charm and appeal toward
those youthful, desirable young women in my life. At 81, I am at
best, seen as "sweet", or "Funny". I can't count the number of times
a young woman has said, "You're very good looking...for your age."
Now that's the kiss of death to any thoughts of having a mid life
fling. I wonder what a mid life fling is called when we guys are long
in the tooth? A wishful flashback?
But all of that is academic because I have a sure fire "fling
controller" named Cathy. I met Cathy ten years after becoming totally
blind, and a good five years prior to my second wife and my divorce.
During those five years of working together, I developed great respect
for the talent and wisdom that was a great part of Cathy. Sure, being
a human male type guy, I knew that she was attractive. She was being
sought after by all the eligible men in the Department, and several
who were not so eligible. But thinking of having an affair was
something that I found alien to my thinking. Not only was it a
violation of my wedding vows, it was disrespectful to both my wife and
to the desired person.
Still, it is interesting to look back on those days and see just how
quickly my feelings toward Cathy moved from liking her as a coworker,
to that of full blown love for a sexy, desirable woman.
Now, after 35 years together, I must say that it is a darn good thing
that we are in love with the entire Being that makes us who we are,
since neither of us would qualify as "desirable" by the demands of
today's youth. I recall reading that when he was at the end of his
life, King David had young maidens tucked into bed alongside him. I
presume this was done to rekindle the spark of life. But David died.
Too bad that he didn't have a long term love who could have sat beside
him, holding his hand as he left this world. Those old Bible stories
do cause me to think that we have not come so far in some of our basic
attitudes.
Carl Jarvis
On 4/16/16, joe harcz Comcast <joeharcz@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
I understand.
Let me tell you a little story here....
I've been legally blind for decades and am a standard unit horny old fart,
though less so than in my younger days for sure.
This said I went to Catholic school here in Michigan and one of the
prettiest girls (actually downright sexy and a wet dream) was a girl who
looked like the blond types of the sixties with long blond hair and long
legs and all that stuff that befuddles we straight sort of guys from that
era.
Now I admit that I had more than lust in my heart for this lady way back
then. Some would call it a "crush".. Bullshit.
We all know that is pure and utter bullshit guys and gals.
I wanted to do the "belly bump" with her so badly I cannot express it in
words.
Yes, I was and am still nowadays a sort of pig I guess.
Regardless, and keeping on topic, more than four decades later I met this
lady at a family event, a wedding. I hugged her and we talked endlessly. I
wasn't even flirting btw....
I knew she wasn't the same woman of forty years ago but in my mind and I
mean this really she was still the petite cheerleader at St. Mary's that I
held in my perverted mind's eye. She had that long and straight blond hair.
She had those long and shapely legs. She had the finest ass in the county,
excuse my candor here. She was a little small on the breast size, but I
never was a "breast man". And folks she had the prettiest face in our year
book. And yes I noticed faces!!
My non-blind mother commented the way home how "old" this lady looked.
I said, "Jesus you sure know how to freak up a fantasy."
Bottom line is again I'm a sort of pig I guess, and I have these fantasies
of how people look like as if that really matters...Tongue in cheek...
Seriously, now and this is one of the Blessed events of blindness here....
I don't give a rat's ass of how people look. I really don't anymore.
I've been in love with and find women sexy and all that whom I never would
have found so when sighted.
I'm abbreviating things here.
And for my friends who are gay or have other experiences on this list please
note that I'm only talking about my personal perspective as a straight male
who came to puberty in the sixties.
I do not at all diminish the aspirations or attractions of same sex people.
I'm just a sort of aging blind guy who is straight and who is just that.
Whenever I get together with my old classmates which is once per month
nowadays they all really look the same they did decades ago to me.
I prefer that notion. I prefer the notion that I look the same.
Please don't ruin the only good thing about going blind yawl.\\
----- Original Message -----
From: "Roger Loran Bailey (Redacted sender "rogerbailey81" for DMARC)"
<dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Friday, April 15, 2016 3:08 PM
Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: Anniversary
You remind me of a conversation I had in a bar once. One of the effects of
my blindness is that whenever I meet someone new the main subject of
conversation is my eyesight. It gets a bit tiresome. So because of that I
was talking about the last time I saw a human being well enough to see
what they looked like. It was a nurse in a facility where I was about to
have eye surgery. Someone asked me if she was pretty. As a matter of fact,
she was. She was quite attractive. Then a guy spouted off, "1988? I bet
she's not pretty now!" Now, let me remind all women who might be reading
this and getting a little age on them. I didn't say that! I am only
repeating what someone else said!
On 4/15/2016 2:27 PM, joe harcz Comcast wrote:
If it is any consolation we are all still young, beautiful, handsome and
look just like the last time you saw us....Smile...
----- Original Message ----- From: "Roger Loran Bailey (Redacted sender
"rogerbailey81" for DMARC)" <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Friday, April 15, 2016 2:06 PM
Subject: [blind-democracy] Anniversary
Today is the twenty-eighth anniversary of the last time I saw a human
being well enough to tell what they looked like.
