...has fantasies.
Me to Mr. Fifty-Something, early this morning, "I woke up early today so I indulged in a little fantasizing instead of getting out of bed."
Mr. Fifty-Something leans over and begins to caress my shoulder as he whispers a leading, "OH, yeah.....??"
"Uh, you're about to be terribly disappointed and possibly embarrassed."
Shoulder caressing ends, sexy whisper returns to normal. "Oh. Yeah?"
"Well, I was fantasizing about how much better things would be if people would just realize I should be boss."
"At work?"
"Well, it started that way then morphed into something ugly. I had to shut it down when I realized I was on my way to being boss of the world. I had to stop before I went crazy with power and fantasized myself into being Boss of the Known Universe."
"You already are, honey, you already are."
If a woman in her fifties has the wisdom to enjoy a good fantasy, a man in his fifty-somethings has the wisdom to indulge her.
