Of Age Gap and Women

Of Age Gap and Women

                You, you little young fella, thinking you’re way too good, way too cool in your blue jeans and gray boots, your white Harley t-shirt and your ray ban sun glasses. You grin and smile wildly as you look down to the world thinking the sidewalk was made only for you not to walk onto the street. The silver watch hangs on your arm as you wave it, bringing it closer to the wrist, where it feels more comfortable.

                You put your right foot against the wall and lean back, crossing your arms in front of your chest and thinking, man, a cigarette right now would make me look even cooler. There’s a cop car with its red lights on, but no sound, no cop at all. All the cars are deserted, everybody’s inside eating. So this young and vivid red haired girl comes closer, walking with an elder and fat woman who might very well be her mother or grandmother. And she looks amazing, blue eyes and pale skin against that shoulder-length red hair. But she’s still very young and by the time she becomes fuckable you’re going to be an old fuck already. And it’s sad to realize this. It’s sad to see how many women you may lose just because of this goddamned age gap.

                And you know what’s worse? There are one hundred billion other ladies out there who fit exactly into your fucking age gap, but no, you are way too awesome to talk to them. Maybe half of this number is made only by women who are too damn dumb to make any conversation which goes beyond hairdresser saloons and nail polish colors. But the other half, which can be with some luck made by really interesting women who can really appreciate you into all of your marvelous and complex being, well, this half is just going to pass you by, right? You aren’t going to make a move, you’re just going to lean back, put this goddamned gray boot against this white wall and grin as if you owned the world. But the thing is that your stupid and arrogant and sly smile hides your pure lack of confidence and, you know fella, this is sad as fuck. So just keep staring at them. Stare at the way too young. Look at the way too old. Make nasty and rude comments about their legs, asses, breasts. But just forget about the women you could actually get. Because who gives a fuck about the ones they can actually get? We always want the intangible. We are eager for the impossible just because we know its fucking unreachable. And this gives us a great excuse to do exactly this: nothing. Nothing but smile as if we knew it all.

Stupidity. All around.