Sharing My Bearing

[Cynique]

If nothing else, the social media is an equal opportunity venue. Take FaceBook, for instance. Anyone can traverse the lanes of the internet highway. Even old folks. The great lure of this network is the channels it provides to people from your past.

  

I recently crossed paths with an old pal from the Post Office. We’d been fairly good friends during the many years ago when we worked together. In the hive of intrigue that characterized most postal work places, he had been an interesting character, just one of the many predators, cruising the aisles and offices and break rooms looking for fresh meat to inspect. He was 10 years younger than me and at that time, this age difference among other things, kept our relationship platonic. We were buddies and even confidants on occasion.

 

Now, he and I are two old retirees, him seemingly more ravaged by age than me. Anyhow shortly after our recent reconnection, he started calling me. I had no problem with this because he is a bristling repository of interesting news and juicy gossip about all of our old mutual acquaintances. He also has lewd stories to reveal about his bygone days as a womanizer delivering his male and getting the stamp of approval from his patrons. Did I say lewd? Man, I‘m luvin’ it. The most brazen among our old co-workers are now sanctimonious church sistas. Naturally.

 

Lately, not content with just reminisicing about his glory days, this ol fart has decided he wants to fulfill the secret fantasies he claims he used have about me. He wants this black widow to start spinning her web. His wife? According to him, she’s out of it, sickly and “forgetful”. Watta guy! Anyhow, for the past few months he‘s been calling regularly, and once he’s through with his updates about the “postal alumni association“, he then proceeds to talk dirty to me, promising me all manner of passionate sex, ecstatic experiences that will curl my toes and rock my world! He has diabetes and other health issues, but not to worry. He claims he has something better than viagra. I suspect it’s a penis pump. The ludicrous visuals his seductive suggestions bring to mind, send me into paroxisms of stifled laughter. EW.

 

Undeterred he thinks I should take the plunge, or let him take it - as in being a priority on my Bucket List or fuck it list, as the case may be. He wants to take me to a romantic spa for my 80^th birthday, pamper me, and ply me with champagne. Cheers.

 

Unfortunately, the effect his promises have on me, dull rather stir desire. What if after things progressed, the room isn’t dark enough to spare us the petrifying sight of each other in the buff?  Or the bubbly isn't intoxicating enough to reverse my reluctance? What if the geezer has a heart attack? What if I have a -stroke?(no pun intended)  What if his wife really wasn’t out of it and found out about me. What would my grand children think? Omigod, Nana!

 

Ooops, sorry, for this little lapse. Where was I? Ummmm, let's see. Will Zimmerman be found guilty of the lesser charge of boyslaughter? Will Obama get serious about Syria? Can the Asiatic Airlines plane crash be attributed to bad driving? Will Paula Deen offer Edward Snowden asylum? Will Kanye and Kim’s love affair go south now that they’ve had “North”? Will the heir to the British throne be a Prince - or a Madonna? 

 

Don’t ask me.  

[Troy]

Sounds like fodder for a new novel of erotica The Fuckit List.  Erotica for the geriatric set.

 

A romantic spa day sounds nice.  If he was single I'd say got for it.  Then again he did say his wife was forgetful

 

I disagree with social media being an equal opportunity venue, but that is a completely different conversation. It is interesting however how many encounters started there, ultimately devolves into sex.   

[Delano]

Interesting

[Pioneer1]

Cynique

I was going to tease you and tell you to hook up with and give him a "69" for his 69th year of life.....lol. 
But upon learning from you that he has a wife who apparently is suffering from some sort of dementia, I say leave the bastid alone.

I admire single players.
I especially admire men over 60 who are still "bout it bout it"....lol.

But I DON'T admire or even care too much for adulterers who took an oath to be with their spouse.

Instead of feeling sorry for his wife, he'd rather be out chasing crazy ass combative women who can't stop biting and scratching....lol....what's HIS problem???

[Cynique]

Who asked for your advice, Pioneer?  I couldn't care less about your opinions. When it comes to the mating game, your credentials are nil.  Put a sock in it, you sorry ass loser.    

[Pioneer1]

Cynique
 
 

Who asked for your advice, Pioneer? I couldn't care less about your opinions. When it comes to the mating game, your credentials are nil. Put a sock in it, you sorry ass loser.

 

Ahhhh.....
Now see, that was just down right mean.

Now what on Earth would possess you to talk to someone in such a manner?

Here a Black man comes in to try to give you some advice and help you out and THIS is how you treat him?


Since you ain't going to invite him over.......,
Maybe YOU'RE the one who might have to end up putting a sock...or something...lol...in "it".
 

[Cynique]

Where do you get the idea that inviting some man over to the house where I live with my daughter is a decision I'm pondering, Pioneer?   

 

I found this whole situation rather amusing.  I thought others might find it funny, too, hearing about an encounter between 2 senior citizens who reconnected through FaceBook.   

 

I did not ask for any advice or do I need any help from you in deciding what to do. I wasn't born yesterday.   I'll do whatever I feel like doing because I 'm also not seeking anybody's approval. So refrain from making assumptions and unfunny "jokes".   

[Delano]

Very interesting.

[Delano]

At first I thought Troy wrote it, it is fascinating. I was having a drink in a bar. And the guy next to me starts chatting with me. Do I did his numerology. Then he starts telling me how he sleeps with his friends wife, and the husband encourages him. I listen non judgementally and respond. He days what I am saying makes sense. Then he tells me he wants to sleep with me. I decline, he persist a bit more. After a while I leave.

[Pioneer1]

At first I thought Troy wrote it, it is fascinating. I was having a drink in a bar. And the guy next to me starts chatting with me. Do I did his numerology. Then he starts telling me how he sleeps with his friends wife, and the husband encourages him. I listen non judgementally and respond. He days what I am saying makes sense. Then he tells me he wants to sleep with me. I decline, he persist a bit more. After a while I leave.

....with HIM?????

Cynique

 

I thought others might find it funny, too, hearing about an encounter between 2 senior citizens who reconnected through FaceBook.

 

 

Good call......because I found it HILLARIOUS.

For reasons you may not have even considered, lol.

I would have appreciated pictures as well had things progressed further...lol.

 

[Cynique]

Hummmm.  Very interesting indeed, Delano.  Especially if you're saying you thought my "sharing my bearing"  vignette  was written by - TROY.  Egads!   

[Troy]

Del what kind of bar were you in and the heck were you drinking ?

[Delano]

Troy - I don't judge people. Another time I was taking the bus cross country. This business man sits next to be he is around 50 - 60. Here tell me while he was traveling he was in a small time and people were wife swapping.

It was a regular bar.

Pioneer I went home by myself.

[Troy]

Del I feel pretty confident that you do judge people at least you judge me.   For example, what promoted you make the statement, "Troy - I don't judge people."?  There was nothing I wrote (or thought even) that indicated that I thought you were judging someone. 

This is not the first time that you ascribed a sentiment to me that I did not hold or express.  The only thing that I can conclude is that you are reacting to judgments or pre-judgment you have made about me.

 

That said I think it is natural for people to make judgments.  Indeed I think there would be anarchy if we did not judge each other.  How do you keep law and order, how to you select a mate?   Good, bad or indifferent we all make judgments of others all the time.

 

 

[Delano]

Troy - you are probably right, but then everyone is right.