The Prime of Mr. Theodore F. Greene

I am constantly looking forward with happy thoughts. I know things will get better than this, even though right now, things are pretty great. I am, however, haunted by the fact that a great many of my lovers are substantially younger than I. Why is this happening? Why do 21 year olds all over Los Angeles want to adopt Theo as their older brother or Daddy? I am a normal single guy, so I know that I'm supposed to take what comes our way, and for the past several months, I've been a magnet for sweet 23 and 24 year olds.

It was over 10 years ago when I was at the opposite end of the equation. Ironic. When I was 22, I thought older guys were hotter, sexier, manlier, and better in bed. I still kinda think so, but fresh meat seems to be en vogue so much, I'm convinced there must be a good reason. So if it comes my way, I partake.

With their legs in the air, I enjoy their highly suggestible demeanor. Tonight, I was with a guy I had met at an audition last week. A 21 year old Puerto-Rican dude, and he began to moan about a book report that was due next week. He told me he might need Daddy's help, anything I wanted. It took me awhile to realize that I missed my cue to begin the Daddy improv/role play. Again.

Early 20somethings can be very charming no doubt, but is this all I have to look forward to? Where is there a Daddy to wipe away *my* tears?