I hate the mall ......or do I?

I hate the mall!! I went to the mall Friday night and Saturday afternoon because I had nothing else to do.

I'm 41 years old. I'll be 42 on June 18. I came to a harsh reality yesterday. I'm too old for the mall on a Saturday afternoon.

There was a time when going to the mall to kill time or as a social outing was fun. Now, it is a reality check. The average aged person at the mall must be around 19. The clothes in the stores all look alike , too. They look like they have all been worn and just thrown on a hanger. I'm not going to wear any of this crap and I'm not going to spend $200.00 for jeans. I'm too old to be influenced by what some Hollywood star wears. I don't see any stars my age wearing $200.00 jeans. When you get in your 40's, and you have a regular job that you go to each day, you should have enough common sense to know that $200.00 would be better spent investing in the stock of the company that makes $200.00 jeans than in buying the jeans. What the hell is "premium" denim anyway? Premium gas, yes. Premium denim? C'mon, man!!! If your car manufacturer says to use premium gas and you don't, your car will run funny and you'll have to have it repaired. But if think your body needs premium denim to run properly, I suggest you get a premium psychiatrist.

I also realized I'm too old for the mall because I have no patience wtih these rude kids running loose in the mall. If I hadn't stopped walking on several occasions, about 15 kids would have run into me at some point. No one bothered to say "excuse me," either. These little bastards are rude. I'm getting too old to tolerate rudeness so I think I've made my last trip to the mall on a Saturday.

I remember as a teenager seeing guys about my age walking in the mall and thinking that they just looked out of place. If they were with a woman, I knew they'd been dragged there against their will. If they were alone I thought they were maybe picking something up for their wives or girlfriends. Maybe they needed something for themselves. But to just be in the mall, walking around with no real destination? What was that all about? There's nothing here for you. And now that I'm older, I know why they were there. They wanted to kill some time before meeting someone for something important elsewhere. The mall sucks!

The one thing I do like about the mall is looking at the young girls. No, not the real young girls: I'm no R. Kelly. I mean the ones who are at least 19 and look like women. They like to show their cleavage, which is something I like to watch. They all seem to have tatoos, as well, and in the same places. They have them in the smalls of their backs, or right above their navels. But I can't help but wonder how that's going to look when they are 60 and their skin isn't tight anymore and their stomachs are way past being flat. That butterfly on her stomach will look like a caterpillar again at 60. But for now, she is sexy and I would just like to see how many more tatoos she has in little secret places. I think that statement was confirmation that I'm getting old. I sound like a pervert. And I don't even care.

So let's see. I don't like the kids running rampant, I don't like the clothes, and common pieces of clothing like jeans cost as much the rent in my first apartment. But there are lots of pretty young things with great bodies, pretty faces and nice smiles. They are dressed sexy and they provide fuel for my fantasies. Maybe I'll give it another chance.