Flashback to sometime in 2013. A good buddy and a more youthful looking 38 year old me were out somewhere one night. We were talking about how we had maybe 5 to 7 years left to look and feel, well, “young”.
My friends, that time has come.
In the years since that conversation, my skin (while still youthful) has gotten worse. I now have the torso of a guy in his 50s. And it’s already become more difficult to stay in decent condition.
During that interim, I hadn’t even changed my dating/sex life habits much yet. It was still possible to attract a wide age range of the women I’d like to; in a period of a few months, I might hook up with both a 22 year old and a 42 year old. Now, as you can imagine, that has changed. You know it’s inevitable at some point, but it’s still not something you look forward to.
Like this afternoon, for example. I ride down the elevator with the neighbor across the hall. She is in her mid 20s, and both sweet and cute as could be. And I can tell that she doesn’t look at me the same as someone similar might have 5-10 years ago.
And then the best part lately: at my grandmother’s visitation recently, I pull up in the car with my mother and roll down the window. A guy from the funeral home walks up and asks “are you the son?”
Ouch.
Now, mind you, given the youthful facial genes that I’m fortunate to have, he should never have even considered that I could be the son of a 91 year old. Especially since my gray hair is still very modest for 45; it’s going to be awhile before I even reach salt-n-pepper status. But still….for that to even come out of his mouth. Good god.
Sooo to everyone in their 20s and 30s reading this: enjoy it and take advantage. It seems like you’ll be a fairly young adult for a crazy long time, but believe me, it’ll end faster than you think.
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