One of my great pleasures in life has been enjoying the sight of attractive women. It never mattered what were their ages, their ethnicities, their nationalities, and the like, as long as they were grown. I enjoy the pleasing picture of older women who always project qualities their younger counterparts have yet to experience. Of course, I have always have maintained decorum (never a “dirty old man”), but I have “lusted with my eyes.” This summer, I find myself unable to enjoy a very human, male pastime. I am deprived, and I am asking why.