Relationship Advice: Love for those over 35. Recommended reading!
Love for those over 35. Well, I had to come out with my age wisdom… You know, after 35, what’s romantic and sexual in men has become different. Different than at 18, I mean. There, one rose and champagne made families. Even at 20, “you have beautiful eyes” and “I’ve been waiting for you all my life” worked wonderfully. Now, even a courier with lilies doesn’t surprise me. No, it’s magical, of course, but…
A huge bunch of greens from the market is more likely to make you smile. It used to be simpler. He’ll say, brutally frowning one eyebrow, “I’m tired of being perfect for everyone; I want to be perfect only for you, baby,” and you’ll melt at 18, he’s gorgeous! I want to be his Decembrist… But now you’ll snort and spit, because he’s an idiot with a clumsy show-off.
Love those over 35. Before, I would have burst into tears of delight if someone had come to my window on the roof of a car and with flowers, almost like Richard Gere to Julia Roberts. But when he arrived (not Gere, but almost Ben Affleck), the cynical witch in me looked out the window, yawning, and grumbled about the dented roof, insurance, and how this drunken beast would collapse at any moment. Suddenly, a car would approach him, and as a result… “Get off from there, idiot, go eat some pancakes!”
I used to like it when he didn’t notice. It would really turn on the excitement, and Pechorin would come to mind. But now you don’t notice the one who doesn’t notice. And the one who has everything complicated, the one who disappears without calling, and the one who “can’t figure himself out.” Why the hell do you need to solve puzzles? Unhappy people and those searching for themselves, please don’t worry.
Before, I wanted someone to admire how you can do everything yourself, no worse than men. But now I need someone who is a man himself, who will decide, bring, fix the lock, open the jar, and kiss your hand.
Perfume and teddy bears used to make people squeal. Now… Well, perfume still makes people squeal; what can you do? But a cool frying pan beats teddy bears, definitely.
I used to want him to take me to a trendy place, but now I’m terribly attracted by the suggestion, “Let’s go out and have a tasty meal.” And it’s sweet when he cooks dinner—simple and tasty. Even if it’s navy-style macaroni because I love it.
I used to like the trendy ones, but now the trendy ones are alarming. Especially if they are in jeans and tights and with a forelock. Daring. Brrr. The ones in clean and cotton are clearer and closer. You want to hug the soft ones. Cotton is easier to iron.
Instead of the former attractive bastards, the heart is touched by gentle fathers, instead of originals and brutals—those with whom it is enjoyable and easy, instead of perfectly shaved—bearded and with tattoos. Instead of sparkling—ironic. Diligently sparkling, they have generally become very tiresome. But to laugh maliciously is priceless. And those who live with their mother no longer seem nice.
Previously, those who say “s+x is not the main thing” were considered polite princes, but now they arouse serious suspicions…
It’s inexplicable, but I used to be fascinated by stories about how he got drunk, stole a motorcycle, crashed his car under a KamAZ truck, and his head was there too, because he’s not afraid of speed and is a total daredevil, and scars, baby, are for the brave, and overtaking a Ferrari is a matter of honor… I have grown weary of these individuals and am now in search of athletes who refrain from consuming alcohol and adhere to traffic regulations (albeit without STDs and VPs, I apologize for my inability to resist).
It used to be magical if he gave you a ride. Now, it would be extraordinary if he were to hand you the keys to a sporty vehicle and inquire, “Would you like a ride home?”
Or even like this: “Want a ride in an electric car? It’s intonation-wise and environmentally responsible” (quote). Well, he’s a knight, well!!!
Love for those over 35. Married men over the age of 35 establish close friendships because they are already aware that they are like sugar in the evening, even after all the trouble they have gotten themselves into. Threatens heart disease. If they’re young and handsome and on a motorcycle, you just imagine they’re a figment of your imagination. We smile and are friends.
There’s something so terribly attractive about a certain thing. A skill. You sit, drink coffee with a cardiac surgeon, and listen to stories about how he did open-heart surgeries (he didn’t show off at all, I asked him myself). And you begin to comprehend that it is more potent than champagne and a stylish automobile without even noticing…
In general, a cool car (not just a car, but “look how cool my car is”), a cool suit (not just a suit, but wow, Gucci-fucking…
S+xy is a fun and simple word, se+y is a smart word, se+y is a caring word, s+xy is not offended, and s+xy is honest, so s+xy. Also, loyalty has skyrocketed to the top among aphrodisiacs, and to raise grandchildren (no, well, they’re just around the corner)—then it’s fire!
But all sorts of little things, like “walk around the house in socks and underwear,” somehow stopped being so noticeable. Allow her to circulate, provided that she is not wearing a thong (oh, anything can happen these days).
Love for those over 35. One thing hasn’t changed—it’s still just as romantic and fun to cuddle on a park bench. True, you have to come with your own blanket and expensive port wine. And then, contact a standard taxi service, as driving under the influence at our age is not at all appealing.
