Blanche, how old are you?
Posted on
January 23, 2005 by
Marna
The eve of my 39th
I’m a little nervous about our relations.
He hasn’t gotten any more than a good night kiss.
That’s all I’ve given him, Stella.
I want his respect.
And men don’t want anything they can get too easy.
On the other hand, men lose interest quickly, especially when a girl is over 30.
When I mention marriage, they even forgot where I live.
So, you see I haven’t been forward with my real age.
Blanche, why are you so sensitive about your age?
Like Miss DuBois, I enjoy the company of younger gentlemen. They make me feel alive and they fill me with “you don’t look a day over 29” lies. So, on the eve of the 10th anniversary of my 29th birthday, I aim to seek out barely legal men and vodka.
Would Stanley approve?