Fairytale Men

I have always prided myself in never ever liking younger boys. I go for the older ones, well, my male-history-c.v. seems to be all about the old ages. It's such a nice feeling to be 18 and sitting on a 58 year old's lap. They lap up everything, they're putty, and no matter what prominent day job/profession they might have, they are suddenly puppies. I liked that feeling, sometimes perhaps too much. It was that feeling which was the big aphrodisiac, not the men themselves. And that feeling felt powerful. It must mean I liked power then, perhaps a very mild Lucrezia Borgia kind of personality. But years passed, and I bagged a Mister who isn't even a year older than me, and he's stuck fast, for almost seven years. True I thought he was older and the next one in the line for a bit (or plenty) of fun. I was shocked when he confided he was just a year older than me. And yet, he's still around, even after seven years. And I have grown to love calling him 'OLD' and referring to his childhood as 'IN YOUR DAY AND AGE' which is quite frankly also my day and age. But it's just some fun and it's so harmless. But there's another calling, I get to keep watching Alexander Rybak on YouTube and thinking he's soooo cute. And the damn Alex is just 23. God that must be close to paedophile calling. Good think he's on YouTube and will stay on YouTube. Because I like him singing about this girl he really really loved and for whom he would have done just anything... another puppy with big come-and-get-me eyes.... big sigh! Perhaps that's the attraction.... yet more power. Well having a cutie like that at your feet... bliss. And then there's Chris Noth, aptly named as Mr. Big (Sex and the City), who's not 23 but more like 45 and who keeps makes my mind go fuzzy. I have loved Mr. Big the minute he appeared on my TV set. I keep watching runs and re runs and re re runs just because I know he'll be in. So different from Rybak, he makes my heart and my something else tick. I thought he made everybody's something else tick, but my colleagues don't think much of him. Good, the less competition the better. Sadly though, I think that this one is also staying put on my TV screen. What a waste. The yet another man. He's no youngster, but behaves like one. You see he's totally delusional although he'd hit the roof if anybody even suggested that. He thinks he has it all, and he probably has quite a lot. And he's not fit like Rybak or like Mr. Big. But he doesn't care one hoot. And this is the perception I like, a perception I'd love to have. I am omnipotent, the Alpha (that's definitely it) and the Omega and people should bow to me because I am so me. That is the type of philosophy this man fondles. He fondles his ego and wants people to fondle it for him too. Problem is, he gets his way somehow or other. He has spoilt himself so rotten that perhaps people sense it and do it for him. Because although he would dismiss fairy-tales in one fell swipe, the man still believes in fairy tales. And he's got so many Tinkerbells trying competing for the role. But it's one Wendy who's bagged this Peter Pan.