NEVER ENDING SEARCH

When you're eighty plus like most of us and still looking for a lady who's looking, too, remember you can pick and choose because the laws of longevity are on your side. You are old beyond the threshold of life's expectancy and she's still young as widows go. But she'll be bed weary and oh, my deary, she'll never recover from a lover just like you.

If you die first, she'll get the worst of the deal. She's cursed and nursed you, fed and bed you, heard your boring stories of youthful glories until she can't stand anymore. You have learned how to cut her short without resort to a "Yes dear" reply followed by a weary sigh. Just point to your ear, make believe you can't hear, bury your head in the racing form and sip your beer.

If she's the first to go you know there's many a fish in the sea waiting to be hooked who will cook and bake. mop and shop. drive you here and drive you there, wash and repair your underwear. She'll yes, yes yes you, bless. caress and undress you. What happens next is anybody's guess.

To your surprise, she'll fire and inspire you and no matter what size you rise to. she will praise and amaze you. This you will miss until you woo another mam or miss who will mother you and smother you with love and kisses and then you'll know what true bliss is. Each wife, a different life, a passion fashioned to your advanced romantic age.