That tee vee program Biography had a profile of My Personal Lust Object, Harrison Ford, the other night. I would have missed it, but fortunately the spousal unit understands and accepts that I Have My Needs and he taped it for me.

As I slid the tape into the machine he said, "I'm going to leave you two alone" and headed down to the kitchen to work on some carpentry plans. Oddly enough, the spousal unit is not a great fan of Harrison Ford.

I love my husband in spite of this huge, glaring personal fault.

Yes, clearly, love can conquer all.

One of the odd things I noticed during the show was that My Personal Lust Object has actually gotten better looking as he has aged. Here he is in his early 60's now and I still find him extraordinarily hunkalicious. When the show was done, I yelled downstairs that the spousal unit wasn't to tape over it, that I wanted to keep it.

There was a moment's pause.

"Will we have to play it while we're having sex?" he yelled back up.

The man can be incredibly snarky for someone who has to rely on me as his church and state sanctioned source of The Marital Duties.

I was at my gym the other day talking to Charlie, who's in her late 20's and seriously into the whole fitness deal. We were talking about how buff a guy we both know at the gym is getting. He's my age, in his early 50's.

Charlie said something to the effect that it was especially cool someone that old was still working out because, well, One of the Big Incentives Was Gone. In my mind I was sorting through The Big Incentives, trying to figure out what she meant, and then she let drop that in her eyes this man was Way Too Old To Be Sexy. I suppose, by extension, that she figured he was also beyond the yearnings of the flesh.

Oh my.

Then I realized that as far as she was concerned, because of my own age, she probably figured that I had also passed beyond the yearnings of the flesh.

Oh my.

There was a moment there when I wanted to tell her that nothing changes. That the packaging ages, but that inside you're as sexual in your 40's and 50's as you are in your teens and 20's. Maybe more so, because time has a way of opening you up, especially if you've known the harbour of a long relationship.

But then I thought, "Nah. She'll find out for herself."

I changed the topic over to the ever vexing problem of how to get ripped arms, which is gym talk for arms with well-defined muscles. That filled the time until we each moved to other sections of the gym as we pursued different parts of our individual workouts.

And, as I worked through my skull crushers, I reflected that yes, even in these open times, there are still some horrors from which we must shield the young.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 305.52 miles (491.6 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers