There is a man that goes to my gym. Let’s call him… Joe.
Joe, to put it plainly, is HOT.
As if it weren’t bad enough that Joe looks like a model, is built like an athlete and has a smile that any orthodontist would kill to take credit for, he has the nerve to be incredibly smart, and palpably warm and inviting with that dry, sarcastic wit that I really respond to. Let’s not even mention that he owns his own successful financial planning business (and isn’t stingy with investment advice on the elliptical), he’s a dog lover, a trained chef, and he loves to travel.
Did I also mention that Joe is hot?
Ok just checking.
After his wife passed suddenly about 10 years ago (Yes I know all of this; I am girl-everyone-talks-to, remember
?), he has spent the majority of his time working and travelling, learning languages and volunteering (he turned over his firm for a year to his daughter so he could go build houses in New Orleans after Katrina). He is so damn near perfect in fact, that I am fairly certain that this amalgamation of New York street sense and Texan chivalry is but an illusion that my mind has conjured after an hour of cardio
Except, of course, that he is real.
And also, 41 years old.
I know, I know, he is damn near twice my age. And I should not, by any means be watching him lift weights and be fantasizing about him lifting me.
But alas, the heart (and the nerve center about 2 feet below that) wants what it wants.
It’s interesting. In the last year or so, 40-somethings have increasingly come up on my attractive radar. It may be mostly because I am actually in situations where I actually come in contact with this age group (work, social events, networking events, etc), and because I am
barely past the age where it shouldn’t imply any lingering daddy issues (besides, my dad, while funny, his notsomuch with the hot). But in all the 30-is-the-new-20 rhetoric, have I missed out on the fact that 40 is hotter than all those decades combined?
and I have been talking about this quite a bit, especially since our President is a brilliant and attractive
40something (and his wife looks better I do in my damn in my 20’s). Maybe, sacrificed to our culture’s obsession with eternal youth, is the notion of how fantastic, how incredible and how, well, hot
the entire decade can be. It seems in our panic at turning a new decade (don’t even get me started on how many people I know that are “holding” at 29), we forget that the only thing that has changed is a couple of hours. And if 40 looks like this, what in the hell are we scared of? My 20s have certainly sucked
; this gives me something to look forward to.
So maybe you disagree but bear with me…
How can you not be wholly attracted to this man, not matter how old he is?
I defy you to convince me that you didn’t spend the entire 2 hours of Ironman as distracted as I did. DEFY.
In the political arena…
You mean to tell me you don’t think this guy (and his brothers) are handsome?
And the man who started it all…
Seriously, Mr. President? That’s how you feel?
And though he is not 40something, but in the spirit of age inappropriate crushes..
Oh, Joey. **swoon** Yall know I love him.
Who did I miss? Let me know in the comments.
I am out of town for 2 weeks! I haven’t decided yet if I will blog or not… depends on how sober I am. Have a happy and safe holidays everybody! Love ya 🙂