So we were debating about men and women again, and the topic was at which point each would peak in attractiveness and desirability. D said technically I should be peaking now, then peered at me closely and asked, do YOU think you’re at your peak? To be honest, if this is what the peak is, I might as well kill myself now for the future must look so, so bleak.
I said I think I peaked at 21, when I was at my skinnest and most beautiful. D said rubbish; apart from a hot body, there is nothing very attractive about a vacuous, idealistic little young thing. (He says this from experience.) This is why D is my friend. He errs on the right side of my interests.
Then I said I probably experienced a second peak when I whipped myself into tip-top shape to get Maldives-ready for S. But I did not feel too Peakish either. I was tense, emotional and completely de-brained by him.
Now that I’m in such a consummating job, carrying eyebags ample enough to contain pearls in them, I most definitely cannot be at my peak. Oh no.
But aren’t you attracting more men now than before, he prodded.
But I attributed it more to being in HK than me peaking.
That said, since I theoretically should be at my peak now, I shall begin channelling ALL my energies into ascending gloriously to this fabled Peak which is supposed to be mine at 26. Hello Peak, it’s been a while!