...or "Thoughts As Time Passes"
I couldn't help but notice that my bartender, Julia, was drop-dead gorgeous. Probably in her early 20's, with a smoking little body and mesmerizing cleavage. I know her name was Julia because of the name tag she was wearing on her left breast - if she'd been wearing it anywhere else, I might not have noticed it.
But I realized as I enjoyed my beer that I wasn't thinking of her in "that way." Of course I recognized that she was beautiful and sexy - basically this culture's ideal of desirable young womanhood. But my thoughts were more appreciating how beautiful she was, without the "Oh yeah, what I wouldn't give to x, y, and z with her." (Specifics of "x", "y", and "z" are left to the reader's imagination.)
I was half smiling to myself, and half a little sad (in a bittersweet way) to realize how the passage of years has changed my perspective on her. I also realized that many of my thoughts of her were paternal, and hoping that she's blessed with happiness in addition to beauty.
Of course, this isn't to say that if she had some serious Daddy issues and decided that what she needed more than anything was a roll in the sack with me...well, who would I be to deny a pretty thing such an experience? I'm not turning in my Horndog Society membership card just yet. But I realize that I just think about girls of that age, no matter how sexy, in a different way now. Sad, but true.