While I was making the bed, Dragos Popescu, one of Andrei’s business associates, suddenly spoke to me. He is even more unbelievably tactless than Andrei is; those bastards won’t lie to me, even when I may want them to. Today Dragos came up behind me while I was noticing that some of the stains on the new sheets hadn’t come out in the wash, and snapped my garters (he is the kind of man who can snap your garters even when you’re not wearing any). “That’s nice, the pink underthings,” he said, “did Andrei suggest them?”
“Why are you here? You’re just a bit character.”
“You were asking why men like young women so much, I’m going to tell you.”
I don’t know where he got that from, I did no such thing. I was going about my housewifely business. But I let him go on anyway, it gave me something to do while I was trying to figure out which way the fitted sheet was supposed to go. “It not so much the smooth skin and the taut flesh, though that is nice too. What is so lovely about them is that they will take the shape of whatever you choose to put them in, like water. A woman who has been around, who may have pushed people out of herself, who may have realized that the world does not end when there is no man in the house, that woman with lines on her face and hip bones that have been pushed apart by growing life will not go breathless with need to give me what I want. The young ones are so good, my dear, because they will say: do you like me in this dress? Would you think me prettier blonde? Shall I put bags of silicone in my breasts? Shall I give you what little power I might have had? Would this please you? There is no limit to how much they will cut themselves to please you. How grateful I am to all their papas for not loving them.”
“Dragos, seriously? This is what the old come stains on the bed make you think of?”
“Yes, how soft they are, how much you can hurt them, those sweet girls. You simply cannot hurt an older woman like that. And yes, my dear, you ought to get a stain remover for those.”
Okay, I just have to laugh at the Tide ad that appears at the end of your blog 🙂
I logged out of my account to check it out, and behold, there it was. Google ads is a genius.
Even better, it changes! I see a Mr. Clean magic eraser ad. I’ll stick with Ecover despite your genius, Google Ads.