I like middle aged women, well most, and it seems they like me. I get along with them fine. It obviously isn't down to the flattery of a younger man given that I am 64. Maybe it's my boyishness and their desire to mother but I think it is deeper than that.
I never forget first and foremost that they are women and wish to be treated as such, not as sex objects . Gently but not behaving like a wuss. Like all of us, they appreciate attention, warmth and respect and maybe a gentle flirtation. Some of them can be very sexy but that's another matter.
By middle age, a lot of them have been mums and their children are grown up> Maybe , their husband has lost interest. I don't know but I love them.
This is the 'provodnitsa' on the Trans Siberian I took from Yekaterinburg to Irkutsk in Siberia. She is your guardian of the carriage and the guide books say 'Woe betide, you,' if you cross her. She sold snacks and coffee/tea and kept the place clean and tidy but she expected you to do your bit. Loved her.
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