I'm with the DS and we are joking around while getting high. I make a sarcastic comment facetiously referring to myself as a 60 year old man. She gets a puzzled look on her face and asks if I'm really in my 60s. Apparently she didn't get the joke. I ask her how old I am. She knows this. At least she should know this. It's been mentioned many times. But she genuinely doesn't know. She doesn't think I'm 60 but clearly isn't sure.
So I tell her to guess my age. She doesn't want to but I insist, wondering just how old she thinks I am. She finally guesses. The number she gives me is two years older than my actual age, but at least it's under 60. So I tell her my real age. But I'm sure she's forgotten by now. This was like two days ago.
I don't think strippers know, care, or remember how old we are. Instead, after a certain age (maybe 40 or so), we are all in the generic category of "old fart with money."
Soon after this she's telling me about her civilian job. In the past couple of months, at least a dozen young guys at work have asked her on a date. For various reasons that make sense to me given how well I know her, she told them all no. Then it dawns on me. I may be just an old fart with money, but I'm an old fart who dates and fucks her whenever I want. I'd much rather be that guy than be a young guy who can't even take her out to dinner. I feel better now.


Didn't you tell her you are only as old as the whores you fuck ?