[observation, 2018] These are dark days for aging male seducers, particularly those plying their trade as writing professors. Imagine yourself as a committed shagger of students - it's your lifeblood! It keeps you vital! - graying out of the charisma you once possessed. Your theories about the erotics of the classroom sounded more convincing back in the 1980s. Once it was easy to attract young acolytes who follow you around, hanging onto your every literary reference. These days they find you a little gross, recoil from your kisses - charges are likely to be brought. Even calling them 'dear' creates complaints. When you manage to wrangle one into the sack, she's not exactly a-swoon with desire. You catch a glimpse of your flaccid torso in a full-length hotel room mirror and suddenly understand why.
