I need to occupy my brain with something else.

Senior mind wanderer.
I’m not sure it’s just mindless fantasizing or a sign of getting old. Especially getting old and not wanting it. Mind wondering back to teenage days. Teenage days as in thinking about teenage girls.
Remembering Lucy, Vickie, Pat and Pat, Terry, Mr. Oddi the boy’s vice principal’s daughter Cheryl. What cuties they were. Lips of red and cheeks of blush. Most inviting and soft velvet supple skin. Blond, brunette, and auburn hair. No gray. Just ponytails waving in the breeze. Soft warm Hands to hold and legs so trim and lovely. Yes, I could go back to that.
But wait a minute. All those desirable girls are now as old as me. Late seventies. Good grief. How did they age so rapidly? Gray hair and wrinkled skin like mine. No sir! Not for me. I’ll keep what I have. Goodbye girls. Or rather goodbye old ladies. Whew!