I Keep on Bob Bob Bobbin’ Along

Rebecca Rubin
Nov 1 · 4 min read

I look in the mirror and what do I see? A face that has aged several years since my back went out of wack. Despite it all, I still want to play with my clit as often as possible and also desire the company of men. I want to be fucked again and would love to be in love. I know it’s possible! “ ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE.” However, at 77 all the men in my age range think I’m too old.

So let’s think about this for a moment. How different are my feelings from any other women? We all seek to be sexually active and we all want to find love. There’s no difference that I can see, except the written record of my age.

Growing old sucks! My mind is young but my body deceives the mind. It misleads it into believing that I’m too old to have sexual intercourse nor the appetite for it. Too old to please a man, let alone remember how to do it. I’ve had a lifetime of multiple sexual partners so it should be easy to get “back in the saddle again.”

I’m not giving up! I plan on implementing all the things that give me joy. Sex and masturbation, ballroom dancing and exercise, to name a few. And let me not forget a sex partner. However, when I endeavor to do the these things I experience pain afterwards. Quoting the Orthopedic Surgeon, “Sometimes you have to endure a bit of pain in order to get pleasure.” That was easy for him to say. He’s 42 and nowhere near where I am at 77.

I close my eyes and visualize participating in all that give me joy, I want to love, laugh and be happy, like the Red Red Robbin who keeps bob bob bobbin’ along.

Whatever comes my way, I’ll bob, bob along with a smile on my face.
Most of my readers will not recognize that song, taken from a 1958 film called, “I want to live,” staring Susan Hayward as Barbara Graham (June 26, 1923 — June 3 1955) an American criminal, convicted of murder.

Wake up, wake up you sleepy head,

Get up, get up, get out of your bed,
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red,

Live, love, laugh and be happy.

What if I were blue,
Now I’m walking through,

Fields of flowers.
Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours,

I’m just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song.
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along.

Each time I hear that song in my head, it lifts my spirits. I read somewhere that there are a bunch of yesterdays and very little tomorrows. The only thing to look forward to is today. And so…I keep my mind focused on loving myself. It was written that, “To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”

Well, it’s taken me a lifetime to love myself. Although, there are parts of my body I wish I could change. I know that’s not going to happen. I can get a face lift, get Botox injections and fillers to give me the appearance of being younger. But the skin…what can I say about the skin that you don’t already know. It happens to everyone.

I’m vain! I no longer wear short sleeve dresses or short sleeve tops. It gets hot in Florida wearing long sleeve apparel, but who cares. I want to hide my crepey, sagging, drooping skin on my arms. It gives away my age and that’s the last thing I want to do.

Younger men are more interested in me than men my age. They make me feel desirable again. But I don’t see how I can go that route because eventually the clothing has to come off and that’s when I start to feel uncomfortable with a younger man.

Beauty has always meant everything to me and now that it’s fading away, I have not come to terms with accepting the inevitable.

At night, in the darkness of my room I smoke marijuana and visualize a lover in my bed. He exhibits love to me in every way while he brings me multiple orgasms for my pleasure. I fall asleep. The endorphins circulate throughout my body to take away the spasms the orgasms created. Doc…it was worth I!

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I love to share my 77 years of wisdom about sex and heartbreak I experienced in my life. Read my blogs, you’re sure to be entertained! Memoir coming soon…

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