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Like a Fine Wine
My Old Friend Says I’m A GILF
I have done nothing to deserve that status
“Sleeping with a man half your age can be exhausting, but if it’s too much for him you can always find a younger man.”
― Barbara Taylor Bradford, Playing the Game
Trigger warning: this one has curse words.
What?
One of the fun things about going to weddings is meeting up with friends. At one of the latest weddings, one of my oldest friends called me a GILF. Now I knew what MILF meant — Mother I Would Like to Fuck — but I did not know what a GILF was. I suspected, but I did not know for sure, so I asked.
My friend smiled and said, “Excuse my French, but it means a Grandmother I Would Like to Fuck.” She quickly added that it was not meant as an insult, but a compliment.
She pointed out I was aging like a vampire: no crow’s feet or deep wrinkles in my face. My hair was deep brown with some tasty gray in it. I had not gained as much weight as others in my age group. I appeared to be in better-than-average physical condition based on how often I had been out on the dance floor with my hubby.
I replied I had been approached in the last few years by young men wanting to be my daddy. I was sixty.
