An older woman 
will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,
 "What are you thinking?"
 She doesn't care what you think.

    An older woman 
knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, 
what she is, what she wants, and from whom.
 Few women past the age of 50 gives a darn 
what you might think about her.

 An older single woman 
usually has had her fill of 
"meaningful relationships" and "commitment."
 The last thing she needs in her life 
is another dopey, clingy, whiny, dependent lover!

 "Older women are dignified."
     They seldom have a screaming match with you 
at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant.
 Of course, if you deserve it, 
they won't hesitate to shoot you 
if they think they can get away with it. 

    Most older women cook well.
 They care about cleanliness 
and are generous with praise, 
 often undeserved.

An older woman 
has the self-assurance to introduce you 
to her women friends.
  A younger woman with a man will often ignore 
even her best friend 
because she doesn't trust the guy with other women.
  Older women couldn't care less.

 Women get more psychic as they age.
 You never have to confess your sins to an older woman. 
 They always know.

An older woman 
looks good wearing bright red lipstick.
 This is not true of younger women or drag queens.

 Once you get past a wrinkle or two, 
an older woman is far sexier 
than her younger counterpart.
Her libido's stronger, her fear of pregnancy gone.
 Her experience of lovemaking is honed and reciprocal 
and she's lived long enough to know how 
to please a man in ways 
her daughter could never dream of. 
 (Young men, you have something to look forward to.)

Older women are forthright and honest.
 They'll tell you right off you are a jerk 
if you are acting like one.

  Yes, we praise older women for a multitude of reasons.

Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal.

 For every stunning, well-coifed babe of 70,
there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants
 making a fool of himself
 with some 22 year old waitress.

 Count your blessings 
that men die off at a far younger age 
leaving us the best part of our lives 
to appreciate the exquisite woman we've become 
without the distraction of some demanding old man 
clinging and whining his way into our serenity.