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behaviour, Experience, life, musings, relationships, self-image, sex, thoughts
I was listening to Dara O’Briain describing how he found himself in the company of a group of young women (quite innocently) and was alarmed to discover absolutely no sexual tension in the air whatsoever. I guess he’s fortyish and the women were eighteen to twentyish?
I think I understand where he’s coming from. There was a time when women used to check me out: I’m sure of it. I’m no “looker” now and I don’t think I was then either but there was still that possibility hanging in the air; that “maybe”; that fantasy of excitement. Even when both the women I met and I knew that there was no chance/opportunity/desire/reason for any kind of liaison, the mere fact that the mental question had to be posed and answered was a stimulation.
So where am I now? Has all of that really gone? It seems so. Could it be that it takes on a different form, or is that just wistful thinking on my part?









