. . if she hadn’t wept with relief. The malaise she felt in New York City those last few months, which she had pinpointed as missing her daughters, turned out to be a broader problem. She was missing life! Feeling desirable at seventy was not the same as feeling desirable at twenty or thirty. She certainly felt the jolt of age when she stumbled upon the video for Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines.” She sat stunned as the topless beauties strutted across the screen with their feverishly perky breasts bouncing. She was not so old that she couldn’t see the allure of these girls, but the odd props and insane platform shoes seemed more silly than sexy. She guessed she was alone in that assessment—or at least among the under-fifty crowd. She was past the age of comparing herself to younger women. Thank God. What a relief that was! If Bernard or Mr. Clancy were interested in her, it was not because they were expecting a perfect young body. Older men seemed to be kinder than their younger brethren, but whether that was because they had to be (they were not so perfect themselves, after all), Virginia didn’t know.
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