Everywhere I turn, they’re either too old or too young. Goldilocks has got to be out there, but finding “just right” has been elusive so far. To find one my age that’s in good condition is like finding a rare antique living in an undiscovered attic, sheltered from the affects of time.

To consider younger seems better on the surface, but too young and there is no commonality. And I can forget the ones who want me to have their child. Don’t get me wrong; I want to go through the motions of having their child, but there is no way I want to have any other parts of the outcome, like changing diapers, running along side a two wheeler, or funding yet another college education.

The women have a similar dilemma: all the guys are too old or too gross. They won’t be fighting off the youthful studs other than those looking to score an older woman for sport. Surly there are plenty of out of shape, nerdy, sex starved lechers waiting to be led to the boudoir.  That ain’t happening anytime soon for you classy ladies. Even in the throws of desperation, you’ll pass.