Over the weekend, I had two encounters which prompted me to think about desire in middle age. Borrowing a page from the wonderful Formerly Hot, I thought I’d share them with you:
Setting: Grim public library in London on rainy, Saturday afternoon. DELIA stands hunched over computer, desperately searching for CD of first Pirates of the Caribbean movie for son before daughter’s ballet class finishes. She is clad in loose-fitting long, dark Eddie Bauer-style winter parka, which she hasn’t bothered to take off because she is in such a hurry. She looks vaguely like a parking lot attendant, save the over-stuffed cloth bag from Daunt Books, which hangs precariously over one shoulder.
MAN of unknown age, face and ethnicity approaches neighboring computer terminal and also begins typing.
MAN (clearing throat): Um…is this the library catalog?
DELIA (not looking up): Yes.
MAN (noticing her accent): Oh! Are you American?
DELIA (still typing): Yes.
MAN: How long are you visiting for?
DELIA (distracted): I live here.
MAN: With your husband?
My First Thought: Yay! I’ve still got it!
My Second Thought: Wait a minute…he never saw my face, I’m wearing a tent, and he basically only approached me because…I’m female.
My Third Thought: Gross.
Setting: Camden Town restaurant where two middle-aged couples pour over the film Up In The Air, which they’ve just seen.
HUSBAND: Call me crazy, but I just don’t think Vera Farmiga is all that hot.
My First Thought: What is he smoking?
My Second Thought: Yay! My husband finds me more attractive than Vera Farmiga.
My Third Thought: What am *I* smoking?
Moral of Both Stories: There’s no accounting for taste.
Stay tuned for my thoughts on why Up In The Air is a really grown-up movie…
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