Age Ain't Nothing But a Number!
About 5 years ago a friend of mine was turning 50. I don't think he liked the idea of being on this earth for 50 years because he got himself all new "younger" looking clothes, got all new shoes also and he got himself a new car. I just assumed he was going through his mid life crises thing that I have heard about. So, one day over lunch he asked me if he looked 50. Now, I really didn't know how to answer that. I didn't want to hurt his feelings and tell him he looked older and I didn't want to lie and say he looked younger either. He really did look his age in spite of his new clothes and the new car he was driving. So, after I stalled with a few more bites of my pizza, I looked up and told him that I wasn't quite sure what 50 or 60 or even 30 was supposed to look like and if can tell me or show me what 50 is supposed to look like please tell me and I will let him know if he looks like 50. After that he never asked me anymore about looking his age. Which is just as well.
So, about a month ago I was talking to this young man in the grocery store by the cookie section. Yes, I like cookies as much as the cookie monster does, we started talking about cookies of course and then the conversation got turned into something more flirter, yes, I like to flirt too especially with good looking men, and so he asked me how old I was. I told him. I have become comfortable with half way to 100 age now. I told him I had turned 50 in May. He stood there looking at me in disbelief and he smile and said no that couldn't be the right age. I am thinking either he is trying to be nice or he thinks that I am lying. Or maybe a combination of both. So, I assured him that I was indeed 50. He said I didn't look 50. When he said that my mind flashed back to the conversation I had with my other friend a few years about looking 50. This young man told me that whatever I was doing to keep it up because I didn't look 50 at all I could easily pass for 40. I thanked him and he smiled and gave me his cell number to text him anytime.
I never did find out how old he was. I am guessing around 30. But, it didn't matter because as he left the cookie aisle with cookies in hand he turned around and said to remember that age is nothing but a number. I agreed and I am loving my number 50!
So, about a month ago I was talking to this young man in the grocery store by the cookie section. Yes, I like cookies as much as the cookie monster does, we started talking about cookies of course and then the conversation got turned into something more flirter, yes, I like to flirt too especially with good looking men, and so he asked me how old I was. I told him. I have become comfortable with half way to 100 age now. I told him I had turned 50 in May. He stood there looking at me in disbelief and he smile and said no that couldn't be the right age. I am thinking either he is trying to be nice or he thinks that I am lying. Or maybe a combination of both. So, I assured him that I was indeed 50. He said I didn't look 50. When he said that my mind flashed back to the conversation I had with my other friend a few years about looking 50. This young man told me that whatever I was doing to keep it up because I didn't look 50 at all I could easily pass for 40. I thanked him and he smiled and gave me his cell number to text him anytime.
I never did find out how old he was. I am guessing around 30. But, it didn't matter because as he left the cookie aisle with cookies in hand he turned around and said to remember that age is nothing but a number. I agreed and I am loving my number 50!
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