When thirty nine sashayed in with her bodacious tatas and voluptuous curves I panicked.
My dormant radar quivered to life. “Beware: Temptation.” flashed the neon pulse.
And I knew. Heed not Calypso’s hypnotic hips and waspy midriff, those painted lips, that coquettish paisley smile, her saccharine song. I knew it was a trap. (Source: “Calypso”, 40×41: Midlife Crisis Postponed)
A whimsical, slightly sexy and somewhat boorish look at the 39-40 transition which so totally kidnapped my psyche for a while. Much better to look backward and chuckle! Healthy is he who can laugh at his own foolishness. Or something…