Apparently, one of the side-effects of Wellbutrin is that it makes you start thinking that Aunt May from the Spider-Man movies is actually pretty hot for an old woman. I’m gonna have to write a letter to make sure that this gets listed on the side of the bottle, because it’s a pretty shocking thing to have suddenly happen.
Even though she’s almost eighty, I’d still slow dance with her. Buy her some flowers. Then we can have conversations about old time radio. I think I may have just found my dream girl.
Or, should my May-December romance fail, it turns out that Rosemary Harris has an incredibly attractive daughter.
She’s only ten years older than me, but I think we can make it work.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Romancing Rosemary
The Retropolitan, on hotness transcending age:
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