My dear Thomas, I am proud! Every woman should have a period in her middle-aged life where she obtains a willing, handsome, eager to please loveslave, takes exotic, romantic, well--certainly never dull-- trips around the world, dines nightly on escargots and Dom Perignon, and has a lingerie drawer to die for. And all this without resorting to clandestine, naughty subterfuge.
I felt downright elderly and sentimental the other night reading the flirtation between Edwarda and Stephen. Such attractive young things.
Ahh, but it's been a good life...
Wait--hold on--
I can still get into that lingerie, doggone it. And you still look extremely sexy and debonaire in your tux. And we can drink champagne til we drop. I say we hit the road or the high seas again.
It ain't over til this fat lady sings her best high D. |
