The Old Man - The Boy Scout

I was talking to a very interesting old man this morning, or rather, he was talking to me, as it was much more a monologue. He was neither a friend nor an acquaintance really, just somebody I keep bumping into most mornings for years, so I don't remember since when we have started occasionally exchanging a couple of words, never more than comments on the weather or meaningless pleasantries.

He though, given half a chance, would always launch into something a lot more complicated without too much encouragement. If you look half 'available or willing' he would sit, or stand by your table and happily carry on telling you things you don't particularly want to hear, for as long as you let him.

But today he started talking about himself and I found the part about his fantasies on women rather entertaining. He is 83 you see, and definitely still extremely interested in women. He admitted he could get turned on by just a whiff of perfume without seeing the woman, which could lead him to delicious fantasies. I let him sit with me but he wouldn't accept my invitation of a coffee or whatever other refreshment. He seemed more than happy just to find willing audience for his 'confessions'.

"When I was 13, I loved all women older than I was, without being able to guess their age, which didn't seem at all relevant." he told me. I mumbled something to the effect that it was rather normal or at least common, that teenage boys quite often find 'older' women attractive because they seem to exude sexuality more discernibly than teenage girls. I might as well have said nothing as he was too eager to continue his part of the story telling.

"When I was 30", he said, " I was only interested in women who were 30 or under. When I added on another 10 years, I added too a decade or more to the women, as they looked pretty good to me at 40 or thereabouts. Now, at 83, even though I don't practice sex any more except in my dreams, ALL women look damn good to me. I don't exclude anybody any more whatever their age!! " he declared loudly, followed by a hearty belly laugh.

He confessed he was a sex maniac all his life, perhaps still is, as he doesn't get tempted less and his imagination, if anything, is even more active. So mush so, there had been a time when he was still a teen, he used to wait around by the traffic lights and when he saw a somewhat 'elderly' woman, especially one carrying parcels or packets, he would offer to escort them across the road. Once over the other side, he would then wait over there to escort another back to the opposite pavement! I began to think he was pulling my leg, (or my hair, as the Spanish would say). But he swore it was true, as in those days the boy scouts were taught to help the old and the needy. Bet they weren't taught to help just pretty women I am sure.

I just knew it would come ... he began to pay me lots of compliment on my looks, my figure, saying that for as many years as he had seen me about here, he thought, and his old buddies agreed, that I was the most beautiful and elegant woman around. He might be old, but the life long and well exercised trick is still being practised. I just wished it was not on me. But then, at his age, I knew, and he knew that I knew, he had lived enough years to have earned the right to say exactly what he wishes. Maybe that little pleasure is what is keeping him young and still a bit naughty. On the other hand, what he had confessed might all be fiction, harmless lies, just to add some spice to the day of a retired old man.

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