For the first time, this weekend, I was quite literally lost for words, just for a few minutes, when faced with a 17 year old boy wearing only very low rise shorts. I just stood there open mouthed, looking at his incredibly fit, smooth body. Blimey. Gulp. Wow. I'd never noticed before... I mentally shook myself and peeled my eyes away, for fear of offending the boy's mother, who I was chatting to (at the time), who I'm sure noticed my slow appreciative look up and down... Flip! Have I turned into one of those sad, old ladies? A co co cou - no! I refuse to use the C word, I hate it, it's offensive ( BTW, I much prefer the real C word, that one doesn't offend me at all, in fact I like it). For the first time it really hit me how old I am and that I will never have my hands on that youthful loveliness again.
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Boys, boys, boys...
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Okay - he's not a boy, but... not bad, not bad at all!
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