Dirty Old Man in Training

While biding my time to hit the b-log with pictures and stories that are way past due, and as I turned my head left to look at my cabinet, I think, man, I get amused easily...and am a dirty old man in training.

On the top of the shelf, currently, I have 6 playmate statue/figures, an alabaster statuette of Aphrodite / Venus di Milo, a statuette of the winged Nike, and a statuette of Athena with her war spear and shield at her sides...and a bottle of Sum Poosie [energy drink].

Our old co-op Christy, she was reall sweet. Almost a kid sister to me, she is what we would call a guy's chic. You know...feminine enough but not girly, but can hang out with the guys, etc. One day, we had this talk...

Dirty Old Man vs Sugar Daddy.

Christy's response is that it's better to be a Dirty Old Man than it is to be a Sugar Daddy. Everyone knows a Dirty Old Man for what he is, and taking the nicer look, just a playful old perv. Doesn't expect anything in return, but man, he'll flirt. A Sugar Daddy, however, might sometimes expect a lil sum'thin sum'thin in return for being a sugar daddy, etc.

When asked what I want to be when I grow old (as opposed to growing up...), I want to be a Dirty Old Man.

Heh.