I've had this fantasy of being an middle aged woman's pool-boy since I was like 19. I just find it's hard to, sort of, bridge the gap given Utah culture. Also-- pissed off middle-aged husbands are a drag and a half man. (What's the moral opposite of shotgun wedding? -A shotgun murder-divorce? ;3)

Now middle-aged, "never got my **** together" tweakahol girls-- that's another ballpark/sport. I think my Mark Renton days are behind me but you never know what'll drag itself up to the shores of the old saloon in Pleasant Grove. Fabulous place it is.

I can't tell if coffee makes my horny or if I'm just too hyperstimulated to focus on anything else. I think the Upanishads are right-- Lust is the vein burst-redness in all eyesores! Perhaps some day I'll get my eyes checked.