Hey all, hope you don't mind me revealing a worry that's been plaguing me.

I only just got my career back on track after a year, and I'm 36. I'm glad to report things are going well, and I'm free to start hunting again. I'm quite well-preserved - after a few good nights of sleep I can pass for 28 - I'm in good shape, and with my past in bodybuilding, will soon be in incredible shape.



Now...the biggest fear of my whole life, and I do mean biggest, is that when I turn 40 in 4 years, an entire decade of womanhood - arguably the most sought after - will turn their collective backs on me, unless I give them very good reason not to.

Now, a lot of people might say I already had my fair chance with Miss Twentysomething, and I should just move on and accept my age.Trouble is,
I started pretty much everything late in life - ask my friend Tess - and I don't want to feel railroaded into getting married in a couple of years, just to get my choice. I hardly played the field at all in my 20's, despite having girlfriends back then.

I'm a pretty big kid at heart, in the sweetest possible way, and despite my (alleged!) intelligence and accumulated wisdom, I still indulge in simple pleasures and laugh at the stuff that makes teenagers giggle. If I hang around with group of early 20-something guys in a bar, most of them have difficulty getting their heads around me being 36 ("But you're one of the lads!"). I'm my nieces favourite uncle, by far. I'm much more fun for her than my younger relatives.

I know it's immodest, but I truly have so much to offer a girl, but she'll never find out unless she gives me a chance. I look around, I can't see ANY couples where he's 40 and she's under 30. I feel everyone is just going to end up seeing me as some dirty old lothario who obssessively chases young girls using power and money as a lure. I happen to have some power, I happen to have more money, but using them as bait, instead of reassurance, is as alien to me as robbing a bank wearing a striped jumper and carrying a bag marked 'Swag'.



I don't know why I'm making jokes here, people. It makes me so sad, everyone. I always thought I had time, but time waits for nobody. The thought of nearly a generation of girls just saying, "Sorry!"...I'm dreading it.

Jaybee.