It seems like I’m run­ning into more and more attrac­tive, old­er women late­ly. By old­er, I mean old­er. Like Julianne Moore or Jodie Foster around-40-but-still-attrac­tive old­er.

I try to explain this to Trolley, and he gives me the squint­ed eyes look, as if he’s think­ing, “Forty? Did he just say forty? Maybe he meant four­teen. But that’s even worse! Where’s my beer?”

I think it just comes from the fact that these women are still phys­i­cal­ly attrac­tive at a stage in their lives that’s gen­er­al­ly not asso­ci­at­ed with that sort of thing. I can appre­ci­ate the fact that they keep in shape at their age, even after they’ve had kids. I sup­pose that it’s a bit of a cor­re­la­tion, that they’re will­ing to work on such things for their hus­bands, and that’s what stands out to me. Maybe I’m just sick of the girls I meet that are my age.