the oh-shun wroalzen, and it wroalzoubt
Among the mult?ittood of my 5 or 6 (notice i think i’m up from “3 or 4”) semi-regular readers, i would venture that you’re not soon, chronologically, in any way going to be possibly interested in senior-citizen anything, much less doing anything nude, in a group, in the shower. At least not until after yoove become seenyore sit-eye-(deni)-zens.
But still, you guisengals NOT being “senior citizens” — wouldn’t it be fun to look forward to the Senior Olympics Nude Shower-Room VolleyBall (but i’ll spellit “bawl”) Tournament?
As you could easily imagine, seeing as how i basically have little or no imagination, i thought of this while showering with Betty a couple daze ago. As you may have already deduced, we are not young, i guess you can say we are no longer middull-aged, but were none-the-less indulging in activities which i sus/ex/pect most people would not associate with the “senior” set.
- we had cannabis-u-lated.
- we were showering, 2-gether.
- oh heck, i’ll cum rite out & sayyit: we were going to copulate.
Yes, like almost anyone who has parents, and is under, say, 50, the proposed activities listed above probably sound sorta like …
eh, ehhh, senior citizens?
well, pheeyuck anywun hoo sez that, it’s the high-light of our boring doddering senior week!
While lathering and scrubbing, and fending-off my attempts at pre-coital arousal, Betty raved, as is expected most the time. She surveyed our somewhat standard (not large) shower enclosure. “If we were to remodel the shower, I’d like this wall pushed back to … there. And …” She specified a couple more additions. “What would you like?”
A couple seconds ticked by and my all-too-reliable FANTASY lobe-of-the-brain kicked in. “I would like a shower big enough to play volleyball in!” This wasn’t exactly spontaneous. I have always wanted a shower with those specifications! I remember showering with my first conjugal girlfriend, forty-five years ago, and considering how much more fun it would be to have a shower that large.
And for no discernibly rational reason, the thought process continued to roll, out-of-control, down the hill. We had participated in our area’s Senior Games last year, and were already planning on what to do this coming year. “Let’s suggest to the organizer to have a volley-ball tournament, nude, in a large shower-room.” We debated on how high the ceiling should be (“very high”) and, yes, there should be benches built into the walls. The 50-to-55-year-olds would have an unfair advantage over the 70-+ people, so there should be two age-group classifications. We are still debating but think “under 60” and “over 60” might be somewhat fair for now. Until this thing takes off. And goes viral (among the senior-citizen set) on the internet.
The next morning this idea did not sound so wonderful, but what the heck. The world (“the whirled”), our country, our age-group-demographic, and that poor pathetic creature “The Internet” needs something out-of-the-ordinary … continually. After we get this event established, and “take ownership” (the SONSRVT organization will have patented this) no telling …
A little while later …
HOW WOULD THE OBITUARY READ?
if two senior-citizens had simultaneously died of heart attacks while doing you-know-what?
Shower-Room Caterpillar !