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How old me?

Milan is always full of surprises. Barely stand it, but always manages to put in a good mood, especially when the sky is clear and the weather unusually mild. In no other place I happened to pick up ten minutes after got off the plane, to be helped when I dropped the twelve underground magazines co mpr ate at the airport not to be bored during the flight, although rather short, or to receive a smile from the lady who shares with me a lift. To say nothing of the events: there's always a million things to do and it's really hard to pick one.
Monday, at 13:25. I was walking Corso Matteotti, directed towards Piazza San Babila, to meet Thomas, my gay friend in Milan with whom I had an appointment for lunch. At the intersection of Via San Pietro all 'Orto I went ahead to the future store Abercrombie & Fitch, which will be inaugurated on Thursday. How can we not see a dozen of the famous "A & F hot guys" that represent the style and essence of the American brand, strictly bare-chested. Even more striking were the women attracted to these beautiful children, who were to take pictures with their mobile phone, not just 20 year old girls, as you might think, but also 30's and beyond.
So, as I walked to reach my destination, I could not help but ask, but in a world as fast as the current one, where the 30's would make the 20 year old and vice versa, meaning they still have differences of age? Or the "ages" are only one in the representation of what would be the other?
Sunday, at 22:45. After several weeks of absence from Milan, even though I had three or four calls attractive, I persuaded by Thomas to go to the evening "Join the Gap" of the Village of lost time. I can never say no: I prepared myself calmly, knowing that, as always, it arrived late. Thomas is a force of nature, 34 years old, dark, wavy hair, green eyes, magnetic, broad shoulders and sexy, round ass, too nice outside to be an architect and too good to be still inside single . I knew that I would have enjoyed that night to dance like crazy. When a mutual friend introduced him to me, several years ago at a party, I told myself that if it were not gay, I would not let me get away for any reason. Now our understanding is so strong that I would not change our relationship of friendship, ' amitié amoureuse . If sometimes we laugh that seem a perfect match without sex and I'm the only one to save him from monogamy, sometimes I wonder why do not we still in love or, as he says, has not yet experienced that feeling of emptiness, of happiness and despair mixed together. The refrain "So Many Men, So Little Time, how can I choose?" Did well in Ibiza in 20 years. But 30?
still excited for the evening's events, I kept thinking about the fact that every stage of life has its own because: a 30 years can not be like at 20, nor should we desire it. What are the attractions of that age? No wrinkles, toned muscles, the excitement for new experiences and feel that life is full of endless possibilities. But there are also men sexually inexperienced, embarrassing errors clothing and youth unconsciousness of being about to see their dreams and their illusions shattered. You have so much in a hurry to grow up and get noticed and a great desire to please look and feel, to know to exist, that in the end, you can not ever talk to a man without being courted. At this age, through the skin is known to be alive, and if you're alone, you are overwhelmed by anxiety with no name. Perhaps in an attempt to avoid it, Thomas was assigned to the attention of ... that kind of can not remember the name by which he left when we said goodbye. I immediately called "sly wink," a boy with brown hair and eyes but with the look very sharp. Perhaps Thomas can not leave behind his 20 years and that is why, with him, I can not believe they are gone for me. The generational gap I had never seemed so wide. I understand, however, that if in 20 years has not yet been able to choose the right man, at 30 he is recognized at a glance. The important thing is to exist for a single person.