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Life Begins At Midnight

Posted by Viktoria Michaelis on November 1, 2014 in Absolute Hot! |

Another month begins, and the end of another year raises its head and approaches faster than anyone really wishes, perhaps apart from children who, not quite overwhelmed by the Christmas offerings – available since late August in some places – can’t wait to open their presents, and adults who are looking forward to another chance to open the champagne and sekt bottles around midnight on that final day of the year. There are, though, many other days of celebration between now and the New Year, and each one has its own traditions, its own adherents. Yesterday, as many will have noticed, was Halloween, and the party mood was easily found almost everywhere. Young and old(er) were out on the streets, in the bars, enjoying themselves either dressed appropriately or just in a party mood.

Viktoria Michaelis: The Beauty of Older Women

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It would have been easy to join the hoards of zombies, vampires and witches staggering down the streets, filling up the late-night cafes and bars, singing and scaring as best they could, but we decided to go for the more friendly, less scary alternative. We were out looking, more than anything, looking to see what was happening and who was happening. Both of us – many will remember my exploits in Strasbourg – have certain interests and, for us, age has nothing to do with it, just as long as it remains legal! So we were out looking at the talent, and I make no bones about it, there was plenty to see, and much of interest.

Age should bring no limit to leisure. There are too many people who either see forty – some even younger – as the end of their party or night-life life and settle down into the slippers, television, cocoa mode of living. There are also a wealth of people who forget their age and do what the evening, the night, demands of them. They go out, they meet up with friends, they prowl – in some cases – and generally have a wonderful time. It doesn’t matter that the younger people call them Cougars or – rather more insulting – MILFs, their time will come.

Viktoria Michaelis: The Beauty of Older Women

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And when you take a good look at all those older people out enjoying themselves, you see nothing unusual about it, unless you happen to be a teenager with absolutely no perspective. The men can do it whenever they want, and regardless of their age, downing beer and swearing at the bar television as their football team doesn’t do what they would have done, why not women too? Why should a woman be painted in other colors, tainted by the fact that she, too, has a life and wishes to enjoy it to the full?

Viktoria Michaelis: The Beauty of Older Women

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So, there we were, dressed up as a black pussy cat (me) and a golden-maned lion (her) looking at the talent, and ignoring the younger generation, those of our own age. We latched ourselves on to a small group of women – definitely Cougars, no doubt about it – and had a really wild time. The Viertal in Bremen was alive throughout the night, into the early hours of this morning, and we were all a part of it, while the younger women, with their witch costumes and their vampire fangs, had to be home by midnight and those more in our age range (twenty and up to about thirty) prowled until they found something and then, as such things must be, could be seen again at about five or six in the morning, walking the walk of shame.

Viktoria Michaelis: The Beauty of Older Women

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One of the advantages of age: you’ve seen much of life and know what you can do, can spot the right person, the over-nighter rather than the type who throws you out, can have your pick of all, when you wish, and teach them a thing or two too.

We were out for fun, though, not conquest, and even if we did get back home as dawn began to raise its weary head once more, greeting another day, it was worth every moment of it. Perhaps next time, just perhaps, we’ll even have company to bring back or, always a thought, to share breakfast with. You never know: those who dare…

Love & Kisses, Viki.

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