Let's hear it for the seniors! A fiddle that's old is more in tune. Just because there's snow on the roof doesn't there isn't fire in the furnace. Etc., etc., etc.
Seriously, I know several ladies over 70 that I'd love to have as enemates! Older gals are much more exciting to me than some of the 20 year old bodies with nothing between the ears, and a vapid expression that supposedly promises all kinds of delights.
I have no illusions about my studliness; as the years have passed, I've gone from being a machine gun, to a semiautomatic to a single shot bolt action. (But just ask any hunter how much game they've bagged with one shot.) And I enjoy that one shot, and a little time in between to reload more than I ever enjoyed "rapid fire"!
That said, I'd rather have an older enemate I don't have to prove anything to, who just enjoys the give and take of enemas, and is relaxed and comfortable with herself, and knows what trips her trigger. That's my dream girl, and a few wrinkles here and there add beauty and character. Like a well worn book, they attest to the interesting contents inside.
And their gnarly, aged hands? The thought of what those hands could do is far more exciting and intriguing than those picture perfect hands with a perfect manicure!
And while I'm at it, I'll take a plus sized lady with meat on her bones over the skinny, emaciated clothes racks that the fashion magazines foist on the public as the ideal body!
So there. That's my opinion and I stick with it!