The Older Man

I was surfing YouTube for Hugh Laurie stuff last night. I've always enjoyed watching the man and his brilliance, ever since I saw him on Blackadder in what seems eons ago. I remembered catching "Maybe Baby" at the movies on the 5th of September 2000 because of him as well. I dragged Dil to catch it with me. No, I'm not schizophrenic – I still have the ticket stub. Have a photo album full of them. Alright, maybe I'm another kind of mentally disturbed. But I digress. Back to Hugh. I recently devoured the first two seasons of House M.D. with much relish. His American accent irked me at first. Can't help thinking the deadpan jokes and cryptic remarks would be funnier in Brit. But I enjoyed him nonetheless. That 47 year old man can still do things to me.

I watched Daddy Long Legs and Gigi over the past couple of days as well.

Then it came to me. The common thread. That I'm drawn to the Older Man. (Presuming, rightly, that I watch these shows because of the men and something about the plot too)

Forty-something Gregory House. Forty-something Jervis. Forty-something Gaston.

There's something alluring in the older man. The years he has lived, the maturity he has attained (hopefully), wiser conversation and just the plain beauty of a face etched with experience. Some Freud enthusiast would perhaps interject here and throw in the possibility that I would go for older men because of the one I lost in my pubescent years. Maybe a tiny grain of truth? In real life, however, the only older guy I have fallen for was merely 8 years older than me. His 29 years was older enough to my 21 years old back then. But that's another story.

I must admit however, that I am also drawn to younger guys. (They all seem to get younger these days!) Would I be doing a Mrs. Robinson to confess that I have a certain admiration for Daniel Radcliffe?

Or could I state without a single hint of desperation that I am amenable to guys of any age except of course for the very young boys and death-at-the-door old men.

Or perhaps to put it very delicately, in my very dear friend, Nas's words to another friend when we were 17, "She likes anything with a dick."

Who needs enemies? ; )