Seen in a "palace hotel" lobby.
A tall, tan, pretty, slightly hard-looking blond American woman, about 35, and her very bratty toddler (I'm a mother, believe me I have a lot of sympathy, but this was a case of just pleading ineffectually with a whining child-- and the child was winning. A grownup should not be pleading with a child of two).
And a gray-haired, wrinkled, well-dressed man of at least 75, trying to read the newspaper in peace. The child's exhausted, unhappy-looking "Daddy."
It reminded me of that famous old saying, "Marry for money and you work for a living."
This is the first time I felt sorry for the male half of that equation.
Well he got what he wanted didn't he? He's living the life of a "young" man.
Ahh well I speak from experience, one may have to work for a living if one marries for money but it's so comforting to know that your children can eat, go to good schools and have decent medical care. Beats the alternative of working like a dog and STILL not being able to afford a good life for your family.
Posted by: Mary | 29 March 2006 at 19:25
Ew ew ew!!
Posted by: Sarah | 30 March 2006 at 02:17
Okay "ew ew ew" was a bit of an overstatement, because I admit that I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone much older...alas, I'm married and knocked up now. I'll never get the chance to work for my money. :)
Posted by: Sarah | 30 March 2006 at 02:18