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As the wind blows, the tree knows how old wood goes . . . .

No, this is not a Viagra ad (by the way happy birthday Wogeshaà is it true that being a surgeon adds 3" to your flaccid penis). It is another epiphany . . . . I am getting old.

How old? My back hair is growing back hair?

How old? I now have gray hairs in my nose, chest, and I just found a gray pube!

How old? Those 40 year old women who used to look scary are now within striking distance.

Need I go on? What happened? Is it the water. . . . I mean coffee I drink daily? Is it being in a professional environment and my standards are influenced accordingly? Is it the younger ones remind me of all the headaches I went through earlier in life? Is it living in a material world, and I am a material girl?

My requirements for women were several but less stringent than most:

• Most of her own teeth
• Good hygiene and grooming habits
• Disease free . . . no, that's not true
• Either funny or not
• Nice face
• Weigh less than me.
• The best looking woman ever seen as judged by a panel of my peers

I was choosy as they say. But was I? I ended up with different looking and acting people, and I had some fun (gursha I say!) But something funny happened . . . I reunited with an ex. I mean she was my first love, and the first time I saw her naked I almost stabbed myself I was so excited. She had body parts that were NASA certified-they defied gravity. Interestingly, we never worked out; go figure, because I thought she was the one even though we always fought and she was always with someone else when we'd link up. Well, fast forward 7 years later, and we linked up again. Same beautiful smile, a lil more curvy, and she was just as frisky. But something happened: the body lost its NASA certification. It was now a part of a mission to drill into the earth's core. I also noticed my disagreeing with her-something I could have never done before. I used to come complete with whup-him directions. Me, the one chasing her, I tried to get her to see other people. Instead of playing her jealousy games, I refused. Suddenly, she wasn't so unattainable to me, and she knew it. I realized after 15 years, I had absolutely nothing in common with her.

So what does this have to do with these mature ladies I find more attractive now? The difference is that I see their flaws and yet I am still interested. Instead of directly comparing each woman to each other, I still have a threshold for acceptability, but now I can actually hear what women are saying; I can judge who I get along with vs. whom do I like. I do not know if I am ready for the 55 year old in a thong yet, but I know that my relationship vision is a little better now.