I’m Just Saying….

I’m Just Saying…

“I’m just saying …after sixty, even the ugly ones are jerks.” Muffy Blum and I are on face time. She’s a sixty-six year old Life Coach and is looking for a new husband.

“So anyway, I have a blind date,” I confide.

“How old?” Muffy asks.

“…88 which means he’s 108. But he’s a photographer.”

She sighs heavily. “You need a youngie. Like my Mohammed. He’s thirty, and a dream.”

“He’s an Uber driver! An ex-con. He steals your shoes and money when you’re sleeping. What’s the dream?”

“Honey, when you blow him it gets up, it’s not like sucking a rubber band. The oldies either are in diapers or have wacky doodles.”

“But sex isn’t everything,” I say.

“What country are you from?” She scoffs. Her auburn hair is piled high on her head in a thin high bun.

“I’m just saying I’d rather have an intellect. A conversation about F. Scott Fitzgerald, or a Manet painting.”

“The last intellectual freak you had was a vegan and you dined on a radish,” Muffy argues. “Who needs that? He was so thin you could see through him.Why not go to Niverna?”

BararaRoseBrooker-author/Love, Sometimes, published Feb 2020, author of The Viagra Diaries/Simon Schuster/in development for a TV series. Also she’s writing The Corona Diaries And Other Things. Her TV apperances, podcasts are on www.barbararosebrooker.com