Love to whom over 35
Love is a feeling inherent in a person, a deep attachment to another person or object, a feeling of deep sympathy.
Love is also considered as a philosophical category, in the form of a subjective attitude, an intimate selective feeling aimed at the subject of love. Love is the most important subjective indicator of happiness.
Love is one of the fundamental and common themes in world culture and art. Reasoning about love and its analysis as phenomena go back to the most ancient philosophical systems and literary monuments known to people.
Russian "love" rises through dr. any to praslav. * l'uby (the same root as the verb "love"). This word, like * kry “blood”, * svekry “mother-in-law” and many others, was related to the type of declension on * -y-. Already in the Old Russian language this type fell apart, the lexemes related to it turned into more productive types, at the same time the nominative case form was replaced by the original accusative case love (Praslav. * L'ubъvь). There is also a hypothesis about the borrowed character of this word in Russian .
Via Anna Gerasimenko
Well, I had to speak with my age wisdom ...
You know, after 35, romantic and sexy in men has become different. Other than 18, in the sense.
There, a single rose and champagne piled families. Even at 20 “you have beautiful eyes” and “I have been waiting for you all my life” functioned wonderfully.
Now the courier with lilies is not surprising. No, magically, of course, but ... A huge bunch of greens from the market is more likely to make you smile.
It used to be easier. Here he will say, brutally frowning one eyebrow, “I’m tired of being ideal for everyone, I want to be ideal only for you, baby,” and you melted at 18, he’s magnificent! I want to be his Decembrist ...
And now you snort and spit, because he is an idiot on clumsy show-offs.
Before, I would burst into tears with delight if someone came to me under the window on the roof of the car, also with flowers, almost like Richard Gere to Julia Roberts. But when he really arrived (not a gear, but almost ben affleck), the cynical witch in me looked out of the window, yawning, and banged about the rumpled roof, insurance, and that now this fucked up cattle would collapse, and suddenly the car towards and in the end ... "get down from there, idiot, go eat pancakes!"
I used to like it when I don’t notice. Straight excitement turned on, Pechorin recalled. And now you don’t notice the one who does not notice. And the one who has everything complicated, and the one who disappears without calling, and the one who "can not figure it out." Nafig need to solve puzzles. Unhappy and self-seeking, please do not worry.
I used to want to admire how you can do everything yourself, no worse than men. And now you need someone who the man himself decides to bring, fix the lock, open the jar and kiss his hand.
Perfumes and teddy bears used to squeak. Now ... No, well, perfume still squeaks, why. But a steep pan is cooler than bears, definitely.
Previously, I wanted it to be reduced to a fashionable place, but now it’s terribly attracting to the offer “let's go eat delicious food”. And sexually, when preparing dinner, simple and delicious. Even if pasta is naval, because I love them.
I used to like fashion, but now fashion is alarming. Especially if in pantyhose jeans and a forelock. Cheeky. Brr Clear and closer are those in clean and cotton. Soft want to hug. Cotton is easier to iron.
Instead of the old attractive scum, the heart is touched by gentle fathers, instead of the originals and brutals - those with whom it is fun and simple, instead of perfectly shaved - bearded and with tattoos. Instead of sparkling - ironic. Diligently, sparkling, they generally began to tire very much. But viciously neighing is priceless. And still living with mom no longer seem cute.
Previously, those who say “sex is not the main thing” were considered polite princes, but now they raise serious suspicions ...
Inexplicably, they used to admire stories about how he got drunk, hijacked a motorcycle, crashed a car under a kamaz, and his head was also there, because he’s not afraid of speeds and finally dashing, and the scars, this is for the brave, and to overtake the Ferarri is a matter of honor ... Now I'm sick of such assholes and I want non-drinking athletes observing traffic rules (without STIs and VP, but with zhp, sorry, I could not resist).
It used to be magical if he gave you a ride. And now it’s just demolishing the tower if it gives you the keys to something sports in your hand and says: “do you want to take yourself home?”
Or even like this: “Do you want, I will ride on an electric car? It is intonational and environmentally responsible ”(quote). Well, a knight, well !!!
Married men after 35 become good friends, because after everything that you have plunged into, you already know that they are like sugar at night. It threatens heart disease. If young and beautiful and on a motorcycle, you just imagine that they are a figment of your imagination. We are smiling and friends.
Terribly attracted to some business. Skill. You sit, drink coffee with a heart surgeon and listen to stories of how he did open-heart surgery (I didn’t hang around at all, I asked myself). And you understand that this is stronger than champagne, and a cool car, and do not notice ...
In general, a cool car (not just a car, but “look what a cool car I have”), a cool suit (not just a suit, but uhhhh gucci-huyuchchi) and even show off, and the look “I'm cooler than Abramovich” is somehow frightening at once with a lot of troubles - it’s just that you won’t go out in trainings, you just won’t stand next to him in sneakers, you just can’t boil cutlets. Come on…
Sexually, when it’s fun and simple, sexy, when smart, when caring, sexy, when not offended, when honest - sooo sexy. Even fidelity among aphrodisiacs soared to the top, and with the aim of raising grandchildren (not, well, they are just around the corner) - then all the fire!
But all sorts of little things, such as "walking around the house in socks and underpants" - they somehow ceased to be so striking. Let him walk, if only not in a thong (oh, right now, it just doesn’t happen).
One thing has not changed - everything is still romantic and fun to cuddle on a bench in the park. True, you have to come with your plaid and expensive port. And then call a normal taxi, because driving drunk at the age of our age is not at all sexy.