I am not obsessed by my age, or at least I do not think I am obsessed by it, but I am very much annoyed by Lesley’s remark that she does not remember ever being with anyone older than me. And that from a woman of forty-three, soon to be forty-four, as I recently learned from her! These words come back to me every now and then, and the only thing I can do in response is to go over all the evidence that my age is not yet an impediment with respect to women. For instance, I remind myself of the age of all my current ladies: Anita is thirty, Lauren is thirty-seven, Katharine is thirty-eight, and Keiko is forty. In short, Lesley is the oldest! Today I checked my records, and Lesley is the third oldest woman I have ever been with, reckoned in terms of their age the first time we went to bed. The average is still only thirty-one, whereas the standard deviation—that is, the average distance from the average—is nine years. In other words, at forty-three Lesley is outside the average distance from the average of thirty-one. Anyhow, what annoys me most is that I am so annoyed by Lesley’s remark. Perhaps I am really getting long in the tooth!