The 50-year-old man and the ghost of the asshole: what is your target?

My husband turned 50 and I can already smell it: the ghost of leaving with an asshole flies over the couple. Maybe it will never happen because she loves me madly and couldn’t stand being without me.

Now speaking seriously: What happens to men when they reach that age? Because let’s say it clearly: SOMETHING happens to men when they reach 50.

There is a lot of talk about menopause, hot flashes, dryness and all the driving, but andropause? how does it hit them? What is andropause, you ask? It is when a man’s testosterone begins to drop, he has a lower sexual desire, erection problems, and repeated? In some cases, he starts to really like assholes.

Some buy a leather jacket, give themselves a drink (don’t do it, gray hair looks much better, I swear!). If they have a certain purchasing power, there are those who make hair; and if they have even more purchasing power, there are those who the dining room is renovated (I’m referring to the teeth, not the furniture in your house, which could be a rarity for you to think about remodeling it on your own initiative).

And there are also those who decide to go out vampirize? Is it too much to say that? Does he sound very resentful? Could be. Excuse me, but I clarify that I belong to that generation that grew up listening to Chiche Gelblung say that the ideal partner for a man is half his age, plus 7. So let me vent a little. According to this journalist, the ideal partner of a 50-year-old guy, It would be a girl of 32. So far, everything is ok, “put it on”.

But if we now take the side of the girls, I am 46 Do I have to date someone who is 80? How is the thing? And should my friend Laura, who is 59, date a 104-year-old? Isn’t she a little big, Chiche? Be careful, thinking about it a little, going out with someone older, It can make you feel younger, I don’t know…

What I do know is that many of my husband’s friends, “the brand new fifty-something”, date girls who are dozens of years older than him.

Nobility oblige I must say that they are cool, fun girls, some of them perhaps more intelligent than some of my age. But in defense of my contemporaries, I must say that for a guy of 50, hanging out with people of my generation is great. It may be that we no longer have all that collagen and elastin that “the girls” have, that our butts are acquiring new shapes (although being 30 does not guarantee that you have everything in its place). We may also not be up for going to big parties (unless we know we’re missing that week), or for a quickie, Not even anything that is quick. But the experience must be valued. And also, something very important to keep in mind: There is no longer as much energy for proposals or discussions. We already experienced the stage of “toxically bonding” to the fullest, and now we just want to have a good time. “Little children” we generally don’t want anymore, because there isn’t so much energy for that, nor for being in places with loud music and lack of control. We’re more about offering royal naps, nice chats, and spooning.

Obviously, for many of my age, all of what I’m saying is nonsense, and they prefer to be with younger people all their lives. With the subtle difference that many feel guilty. I wonder if any guy has ever felt guilty for being attracted to a young girl.

For my part, I think dating an asshole would be weird. Tell him that my computer is broken, he comes home to repair it and I tell him “You’re McGyver” or “You’re my Hammer Hammer”, or “you’re crazy like Murdock from Brigade A”, or something “vintage” so he has to google to understand what this lady is talking about.

The truth is that if one day I return to the “Levant world”, I wouldn’t know exactly what my target is. I think (because one is never sure of anything), I like contemporary things, going out with someone my age. The thing is That for some of my age, it seems that I am already old. Because something curious happens with the passage of time, men and women: I have been a target of people who I am no longer a target. For example, when I was 20, maybe a 23-year-old liked me. And now it can happen that that same being, now 49, believes that I am old for him. Although they are tastes, as in everything…

I always think that life is a permanent casting of thousands of things, and everyone is looking for different things. You have to learn that One cannot be in everyone’s castings, but the important thing is to be in the one that really matters to us.

It matters to me to continue being candidate of the casting in which I was so many years ago. That man I told you about just turned 50 years old. The 74 model that has just entered a new decade. I hope you still have reasons to choose this 78 model, which although it has quite a few ailments, works quite well.