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Wednesday, 18 February 2026

When did my taste become all silver foxes

I had my pain clinic appointment today.  I am not sure how actually useful it was.  I guess I will see, I have follow up with a physio for an exercise plan which they seem to think will be a good first step to helping manage the pain, I refrained from pointing out how much it didn't help last time I was doing regular exercise, because I fall into not being a whiner when in specialist appointments - thus stop being one at the single time when it is most useful and appropriate. 

I am such a fail human.

Between noticing the hotness of the main doctor, and then the eye-candy I notice in the O-week tent village and on the walk home I noticed a distinct pattern.  I was only checking out silver haired nerds.  I was just wondering when I had developed a new weird twist on my taste when it occurred to me it is just my old nerd fancying remaining age appropriate.  I have almost mostly checked out about my own age.  I am so failing to be a proper predatory man.  I am so boring.

I am also blaming the wandering eye on having had a cute horny youngster hitting on me fairly hardcore, trying to get me to sext.  He has clearly got me worked up enough to be noticing people, even if he hasn't got me worked up enough to be taking the nudes he keeps asking for multiple times a day. I am too old to find it as flattering as it is clearly intended to be.

 

Also, there were no free pens at the tent village.  What is the point of O week? 

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