If you've read my previous blogs, you will know that I've recently relieved my memory banks of a full and frank account of my one and only relationship - as opposed to an occasional sexual encounter - with another guy.
Having finally got that out of my system, I've been taking inventory of where I am now and what next I would like to do or be.
On the domestic front, I'm happy that all five of my children are doing well and that I have good, healthy relationships with them and my five grandchildren.
Having reached the 55-year milestone, I realise that I still have a lot of life in me and that I still want to do a lot more living.
The odd "no-strings" sexual episodes (with women whom well-meaning friends insist I am compatible) leave me satisfied only from the perspective that we both had fun and it cleared my pipes out. I've had no desire to return for "seconds" with any of these women but (the world being the way it is for women of a "certain age"), this does not mean that no woman has pursued me with a "view to a permanent relationship". It just means that I haven't found anyone who could ever replace my late wife and I'd rather soldier on alone than settle for second-best.
I'm still just over 6'2" tall (that doesn't alter radically with age); the blond hair's still on my head with only a trace of silvery-grey; my cock still works just fine and my balls, if anything, hang perhaps a tad lower; those perennial enemies - wrinkles and varicose veins - have yet to pay me a prolonged visit; and I feel as fit as a fiddle and ready for ........ what?
My old friend, the Activities Guy, is planning to visit in mid-Spring - that's September to December here in Australia - and I'm wondering what we'll think of each other after all this time. It's a guy thing I guess, but the only photos we ever send each other are snaps of our kids around Christmas time. My vanity has all at once been re-activated and I'm determined to be as splendid a physical specimen as I can manage when I pick him up from the airport.
"So what's that about?" I wonder. Just the usual competitiveness of guys the world over? Something like that which drives so many LPSG members to make posts seeking reassurance about or admiration of our dick-size or the heft and splendour of our balls? I'm not sure. I think I'm just determined to lose the few excess pounds I've added this winter and not have my old friend amazed by the ravages of time upon my face and body! God forbid that he should find me unrecognisable when he scans the crowd awaiting his flight's arrival!
Anyway, I figure I've got three months to hit the gym with greater earnestness than I have displayed these past few months, and I'm going to take my kayak out on long hauls as often as possible. Fortunately, I live just a few hundred yards from the seashore on one side and a large estuarine system on the other.
I've also got three months to figure out whether I'm kidding myself about the real reason I want to get into top shape. Am I envisaging a renewal of our strong sexual attachment? In many ways and for many reasons I hope not. But I am beginning to wonder, and, when I jerk off lately, I find myself thinking of him almost as often as I think of my late wife's sensual charms or those of any recent one-night stands.
Wow! The equivalent of teenage angst at my age. Who'da thunk it?
I stumbled upon the LPSG site entirely by accident. I love its irreverent humour and occasional seriousness but, most of all, I'm attracted to the third letter of the acronym - "S" for support. Sure I like to perve on the amazing equipment that God has seen fit to bestow on many members, but it's the sense of camaraderie I like best and it's reassuring to know I'm not the only "old fart" who visits this site.
Maybe some other "mature" members can advise and accompany me over the next few months as I sort out my body and my mind in preparation for the reunion with my one and only male old flame.
For the next three or four weeks I'm just going to concentrate on kayaking and some home fitness video routines. Come August, though, it's off to the gym and the pool as well. Hopefully - as I do laps, or pump a bit of iron, or patrol the waterways in my trusty kayak - it will crystallise in my mind just what, if anything, I'd like to happen when my old friend and I are under the same roof again for the first time in more than twenty years. Maybe - ultimate irony - he will have acquired so much middle-aged spread, so much cellulite and so many wrinkles that none of the old magic re-ignites!
Ah, the glorious uncertainty we call life. It revives and re-invigorates one. It's nighttime here in Oz. I'm off to bed now with ambitious dreams of being decathlete material
smile by the end of September!
Having finally got that out of my system, I've been taking inventory of where I am now and what next I would like to do or be.
On the domestic front, I'm happy that all five of my children are doing well and that I have good, healthy relationships with them and my five grandchildren.
Having reached the 55-year milestone, I realise that I still have a lot of life in me and that I still want to do a lot more living.
The odd "no-strings" sexual episodes (with women whom well-meaning friends insist I am compatible) leave me satisfied only from the perspective that we both had fun and it cleared my pipes out. I've had no desire to return for "seconds" with any of these women but (the world being the way it is for women of a "certain age"), this does not mean that no woman has pursued me with a "view to a permanent relationship". It just means that I haven't found anyone who could ever replace my late wife and I'd rather soldier on alone than settle for second-best.
I'm still just over 6'2" tall (that doesn't alter radically with age); the blond hair's still on my head with only a trace of silvery-grey; my cock still works just fine and my balls, if anything, hang perhaps a tad lower; those perennial enemies - wrinkles and varicose veins - have yet to pay me a prolonged visit; and I feel as fit as a fiddle and ready for ........ what?
My old friend, the Activities Guy, is planning to visit in mid-Spring - that's September to December here in Australia - and I'm wondering what we'll think of each other after all this time. It's a guy thing I guess, but the only photos we ever send each other are snaps of our kids around Christmas time. My vanity has all at once been re-activated and I'm determined to be as splendid a physical specimen as I can manage when I pick him up from the airport.
"So what's that about?" I wonder. Just the usual competitiveness of guys the world over? Something like that which drives so many LPSG members to make posts seeking reassurance about or admiration of our dick-size or the heft and splendour of our balls? I'm not sure. I think I'm just determined to lose the few excess pounds I've added this winter and not have my old friend amazed by the ravages of time upon my face and body! God forbid that he should find me unrecognisable when he scans the crowd awaiting his flight's arrival!
Anyway, I figure I've got three months to hit the gym with greater earnestness than I have displayed these past few months, and I'm going to take my kayak out on long hauls as often as possible. Fortunately, I live just a few hundred yards from the seashore on one side and a large estuarine system on the other.
I've also got three months to figure out whether I'm kidding myself about the real reason I want to get into top shape. Am I envisaging a renewal of our strong sexual attachment? In many ways and for many reasons I hope not. But I am beginning to wonder, and, when I jerk off lately, I find myself thinking of him almost as often as I think of my late wife's sensual charms or those of any recent one-night stands.
Wow! The equivalent of teenage angst at my age. Who'da thunk it?
I stumbled upon the LPSG site entirely by accident. I love its irreverent humour and occasional seriousness but, most of all, I'm attracted to the third letter of the acronym - "S" for support. Sure I like to perve on the amazing equipment that God has seen fit to bestow on many members, but it's the sense of camaraderie I like best and it's reassuring to know I'm not the only "old fart" who visits this site.
Maybe some other "mature" members can advise and accompany me over the next few months as I sort out my body and my mind in preparation for the reunion with my one and only male old flame.
For the next three or four weeks I'm just going to concentrate on kayaking and some home fitness video routines. Come August, though, it's off to the gym and the pool as well. Hopefully - as I do laps, or pump a bit of iron, or patrol the waterways in my trusty kayak - it will crystallise in my mind just what, if anything, I'd like to happen when my old friend and I are under the same roof again for the first time in more than twenty years. Maybe - ultimate irony - he will have acquired so much middle-aged spread, so much cellulite and so many wrinkles that none of the old magic re-ignites!
Ah, the glorious uncertainty we call life. It revives and re-invigorates one. It's nighttime here in Oz. I'm off to bed now with ambitious dreams of being decathlete material
smile by the end of September!
