A reasonable defence, and yes, it must have startled you at the time. Amused me, particularly as I was plotting with a 94 year old yesterday as to how she could catch the eye of the local mayor...she'd narrowed it down to attracting him with her home made marmalade, or "stumbling" as he walked past, so he'd have to catch her.
“I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.”
There was a time once, when I thought That those whose hair is grey Don't love, Don't pine, Don't get sad.
I thought that those who are grey Look at the women And at the girls The way saints do.
That the blood of those who are grey, Which used to hum wildly, Like the river, Which watered the meadows, Now flows Smoothly And calmly, Not undermining The shores in its passion.
No, A grey river Has the same wildness, The same speed, The same depth...
Oh, how my grey hair lets me down, Because it doesn't divest me Of this carnal feeling!
:-) I'd be an idiot if I didn't realize that sort of thing lasted at least into one's fifties, since my parents are still very very much attracted to each other with no sign of it dying down. :-D
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Date: 2012-05-20 08:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-20 05:23 pm (UTC)(also, it's less that the only lady thought he was hot and more the way she expressed it.)
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Date: 2012-05-20 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-20 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-20 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-20 09:19 pm (UTC)“I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.”
(D.H. Lawrence)
a poem by Vasily Fedorov ;) [sorry for my inexpert translation]
Date: 2012-05-20 08:16 pm (UTC)That those whose hair is grey
Don't love,
Don't pine,
Don't get sad.
I thought that those who are grey
Look at the women
And at the girls
The way saints do.
That the blood of those who are grey,
Which used to hum wildly,
Like the river,
Which watered the meadows,
Now flows
Smoothly
And calmly,
Not undermining
The shores in its passion.
No,
A grey river
Has the same wildness,
The same speed,
The same depth...
Oh, how my grey hair lets me down,
Because it doesn't divest me
Of this carnal feeling!
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Date: 2012-05-21 12:05 am (UTC)I'd be an idiot if I didn't realize that sort of thing lasted at least into one's fifties, since my parents are still very very much attracted to each other with no sign of it dying down. :-D
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Date: 2012-05-21 01:50 am (UTC):-)
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Date: 2012-05-20 07:44 pm (UTC)