Have you ever wondered what makes men who are well beyond their prime think they have a chance with younger women? Of course there are celebs like Donald Trump who are always seen with beautiful women who are several years younger than them. But The Trump also has big money which of course guarantees that he can have almost any woman he wants regardless of her (or his) age.
But I'm talking about your regular ordinary old man that you pass on the street or in the grocery store or at the gas station. Of course men are going to look at attractive women. But what makes them take that next step and actually talk to her and ask for her number? Seriously. Why does a man in his 50's or 60's (or older) really think that a woman in her 20's or 30's would want to talk to him about ANYTHING, much less spend time with him on dates and what not?
When I first moved into my neighborhood, I noticed that there was always (usually) an older gentleman (60+) sitting outside on his patio when I came home. I would speak to him in a general neighborly fashion, and would always respond nicely but with something extra and unnecessary. His most frequent and favorite line directed to me was "Thank you for bringing the sunshine with you today."
At first I thought it was cute. But then I noticed that he said the same thing every single time (if it was sunny).
So one day I was coming in the building and ran into him. He formally introduced himself by name, and he told me that he was going to stop by my house and visit me one day. He was laughing and I was laughing, so I assumed that he was just joking.
A few weeks later, I was in the house watching TV and I dozed off. I was awakened by a knock at the door. Drowzy me goes and answers the door without asking who it was and without looking into the peephole (because I don't have one). So I open the door, and guess who?
That's correct! Neighbor man has come for a visit. I'm still drowsy and taken totally off guard, so I let him in. He wants a "tour" of my place. So now I am freaking out because I am scared that he's going to wait until we get to the back of the house and attack me and then leave me there and no one will find out that I'm missing for days. So I quickly show him around and he comments on my "Scandinavian" decor. I then lead him back towards the front door so that he can leave.
But he decides to take a seat on the sofa.
I'm nearly hyperventilating because all kinds of boundaries are being crossed now.
But I want to be "nice" so I sit on the sofa too (at the far end), and try to think of something to say to get him to leave.
I can't think of anything that sounds believable, so like the chicken that I am, I sit and wait for him to get bored and leave, because I'm not saying much. He makes irrelevant small talk and asks me why I have the day off and about my days in college. He finally decides to leave (because apparently he has some "emailing" to do), but he promises that he will be back later. Ugh. And then he asks for my phone number so that he can call before he comes over again.
I refuse to give my number and tell him to just knock on the door, and if I'm home I'll answer. Bad move. I was hoping that he was just bluffing, but of course he was not and he comes back later in the evening knocking. I got real quiet and didn't answer the door, and he went away.
A couple of days later, more knocking. I got real quiet again. He goes away. But then why did this fool go OUTSIDE of the building and ring my buzzer?!? I'm not that stupid. So I ignore the buzzer. I also start to wish I could move because this is starting to seem like some stalker-ish behavior.
So several week pass. I get home from work and walk up the stairs to my place. I look up, and old dude is standing IN FRONT of my door waiting for me. I'm really really REALLY freaked out.
Old Dude: I came by and knocked on your door a few times like you said. Why didn't you answer?
Me: You did? Oh well...you don't have to come by any more.
Old Dude: Oh...well let me know if you change your mind.
Me: Sure thing. (Runs into house and locks door.)
I call my mother and tell her what happened. She can't believe it either and warns me to be careful etc.
So now everyday when I get home from work I notice him sitting in his window peeping out. Creepy. And one time, no lie, I was pulling up to my house and this old sucka came out on his patio in his DRAWERS!!! No shirt or anything else. And they were rubber! I can't make something like this up. And since he sits and looks out the window all the time, I have to assume that he saw me pulling up before he decided to come outside. BARF!
And another time I was coming home, he was in the hallway and told me how beautiful I was...Why?!? And what's worse, he lives with a woman who I assume is his wife! Maybe I should let her know what he's been up to...
Why do men not get that when they get old, young women usually don't want them! I know the male ego takes a long time to die, but sheesh!
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