Smitten: Robbing the Cradle

Smitten: Robbing the Cradle                    
                      
     Rowena says, “You know I was looking through your family photo albums. I must say you have a photogenic family. Though I noticed the men on your father’s side turn grey at fifty.”
     “Well, they didn’t get fed nutritious vegan meals by a wife who reads the latest health magazines to keep her husband hale and hearty. Why I expect I’ll have some touches of grey at fifty but certainly not a head full of grey.”
     “Doug, have you ever given a gaze at my Mom’s side of the family. My aunt looked no more than her late twenties at forty. She could have been a pin-up model at fifty.”
     “Well wasn’t she lucky. I wonder if it runs in the family.”
     Ro replies, “Well, the answer is it does. In fact, all my aunts looked like glamour girls in their early fifties. So maybe I have a future as a fashion model when our TV gig runs its course.”
     Doug says, “Your beauty is an ageless and timeless sweetie. I’ll be the luckiest man on the block when we walk down the sidewalk and you
turn the old geezer’s eyes.”
     Ro replies, “You know I may want to look more my age. I may have my hair tinted with grey to reduce the contrast between us.”
     Doug says, “Why would you want to do something like that? No one will think it odd least of all me. I’ll be your silver-backed gorilla. No man would dare hit on you with me waiting in the wings.”
     Ro replies, “Would it bother you if I drew stares when you’re long past your prime?”
     Doug says, “As long as they look but don’t touch I’ll take it as a compliment to your everlasting beauty.”
     “You know you’re ten years older than me which puts an even bigger spin on the difference between our aging genes.”
      Doug says, “I should never have become the archivist of my family photos. What a stir this has caused.”
     Ro replies, “Well it is too late now. Dinner preparations are in order. So if you’ll excuse me I’ll get to cooking.”
     “Wait a minute! We’re going to finish this discussion right here and now. Are you having apprehensions about the future of our marriage?”
     Rowena says, “Oh honey when we’re seventy we’ll be the perfect match. We have that to look forward to. In the meantime, you’ll be the proudest husband of a late-middle-aged wife with a derriere as pert as a twenty-something chick. Just let the gentlemen stare because that is all they’ll be doing.”
     “I’m ready for dinner now. Just keep sprinkling the seaweed on my salad and wrinkles will flee like fleas.”
     Ro replies, “When we drink a toast on our golden anniversary to fifty years of monogamy the champagne will be your excuse for addled wits.”