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I find all this talk about how disgusting old people are to be somewhat disturbing to me. It smacks of ageism. To be worthy of someone's attention and care, must one one be young and beautiful? Do you feel sorry for the woman, when you see a fat old man walk down the street with his fat old wife, and think about what she may do with him in bed? Do you feel sorry for him as well, since he also sleeps with an old, wrinkled lady? Is it some kind of sin these days to get old? We will all be old someday. You talk as if that fact never occurred to you. Is there no beauty and worthiness in people but that which we can see with our eyes, and touch with our hands?
I understand your reaction, because once when I came late to a bar to see a pretty young BG, she had given up on me, and went with an old, fat, and quite ugly man who had been buying her drinks for several days, at least, ever since the night I met her, and took her away from him. They had just walked out of the bar when I approached. I spoke with her. She was quite pleased to be going with him, had a big smile, was very relaxed, and not at all disgusted, or disappointed that she missed her chance with me, a much younger, fitter, and better looking man than the one she was with. Not that she wouldn't have went with me, had I been more punctual, but she had no qualms about going with him, and didn't see anything disgusting about it at all. She said she liked him, and was looking forward to spending the evening with him.
I thought about it. There are two ways to look at it. 1)be disgusted 2)accept that not everyone shares that reaction, and isn't it a wonderful world, where even a fat, ugly, old man can find a pretty young lady to take his arm, and walk out of the bar, with a glowing smile on her face, quite pleased with his company and not at all trepiditious about the events the night will bring later on(going to bed with him). Is it a terrible thing that he can find such pleasure and comfort in his declining years? Or is it a wonderful thing, that there are young ladies such as Oh, who are pleased to be in his company for the evening?
If everyone was so easily disgusted, where would we get surgeons, podiatrists, emergency room nurses and doctors, etc.? I have numerous times talked to young women in the US who work in old age homes, performing chores such as changing soiled sheets, among other tasks, who tell me how delighted they are to work with the old people and how good it makes them feel to share time with the aged and listen to their stories. And I have spoken to a few BGs who said they prefer to go with old men, for whatever reason. Thank God that we have people such as these. They are wonderful human beings!
On a recent visit to see my old mother, she was limping, and complained that her feet hurt her. I often give women foot massages, and thought about offering to do so for her. I looked at her feet. Disgusting! I thought. Old, rough, wrinkled, and a little bit scaly, with years of callouses, bunions and the like. She had a bacterial infection on one foot, that the doctors and nurses treating her had been unable to heal. Her nurse treated and dressed it in bandages each day, but there had been no improvement in over a month. She was depressed and felt that it would never heal. When I removed the dressing, it was an ugly sight, and my mind recoiled. But then I thought, she's your mother, for Christ's sake, have a little mercy! So I took her feet in my hands, and massaged them, not just as lovingly as I would for a pretty woman, but more so, because she is my mother. And I found a remarkable thing happened. I wasn't disgusted at all. Once I got used to the feel of her feet, I found it quite pleasant to massage them, and when she smiled at me, I felt better than if it had been a beautiful young woman whose feet I was massaging. I went to a health food store and bought some golden seal and myrhh, put it in a large pot of hot water and bathed the infection with it every day, twice a day, and afterwards gave her a foot massage. When I left to return to my home a week later, she was walking without a limp, and thanked me for my efforts. The infection was almost completely healed and not long afterwards, she told me that all signs of the infection were gone and her feet felt well again. That was a lesson for me that I won't soon forget.
JayBee