[Purrybonker]

This is getting ridiculous.

In the last couple of years I've noticed a consistent tendency to "flush" or perspire (particularly around the head) in situations involving babes (and by that I mean babes) and/or babes and money.

Must be some kind of middle-age crisis of some kind.

It's getting so irritating that I can't even try on a pair of $700 Dolce & Gabana jeans in front of an adoring (of course) young sales clerk without my head becoming as soaking wet as the nether regions of a fifty year old woman at a Tom Jones concert.

Yesterday I was buying some art (the decision to buy was made before I laid eyes on the hottie that would handle the transaction) and I actually had to leave the store to cool off once the clerk started her little "yes I can use this idiot's libido against him to make more sales" routine. She starts her not-so-subtle flirt and I'm leaking like a faucet. I mumbled something about how I just finished a work-out at the gym and she levered that into such greater flirtation that I had to dash out the door to make an "important call" while she finished the paper work. Otherwise they would have had to drag out a mop and bucket.

Stupid thing is that I never had this problem in my young not-so-confident days when I was actually scared of women. Maybe that's it - maybe I now have a better understanding just how scary women can be....

Misery loves company. Fess up.