Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Older AND Wiser

My Buddy Ed In Florida sends along the following...
When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend with big tits.

When I was 16, I got a girlfriend with big tits, but there was no passion,
so I decided I needed a passionate girl with zest for life.

In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional.
Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.

When I was 25, I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.

When I was 28, I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her.  She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything.  She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy.  She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.

When I turned 30, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground, so I married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned. 

I am older and wiser now, and I am looking for a girl with big tits.
What a coincidence!  I was 30 when I met The Second Mrs. Pennington, but she didn't take everything I owned when we divorced.  Just the stuff that mattered.  So... we know what WE'RE looking for.


  1. I've seen that a number of times ...and thought about the parallels.

    Then, when I quit looking...

    Life's funny that way.

    1. I quit looking five years ago when the then-current main squeeze began talking marriage after only four months. I'm still waiting for someone to come up and knock on my door... ;-)

  2. When I was 16 I asked my Mom when I was going to fill out. She said: "you will fill out at 50!"
    Then she pointed to the neighbor lady who looked like Aunt Bee on TV...


    1. Thanks for that link, Christiane. The first part was excellent, most of the second part was scary. The answer to that rhetorical question at the end is "Yes." Yes, we men DID realize we had the world by the ass (no pun...) in the late '60s and '70s. It was a Golden Age.


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