The oldest fellow I've kept company with turned 85 on Sept. 22nd, and he will frickin' outlive us all. I've been seeing him since he was 81.
Took me to Costa Rica last year and we climbed around Arenal Volcano, snorkeled, walked for hours on beautiful, clean, deserted beaches, and he did a zipline through the trees like Tarzan in the jungle. (I chickened out and have regretted it evere since, so if I have the chance to do it again I'll muster up the gumption somehow.) Been with him to Hawaii twice, and we went para sailing, hiking, river tubing, snuba (cross between snorkeling and scuba), and he did an ultralight flight which required diving off a cliff. He is the pinnacle we should all aspire to, believe me. Take note: He eats a balanced diet, keeps mind and body active, swims laps at the YMCA every morning, has a glass of red wine every night, sees me AND a girlfriend. (Use it or lose it.)
Dirty old men don't die; their dicks just fossilize.
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