Next Tuesday is my fortieth Birthday. Again. In fact, I will be turning forty for the third time. It is all in my plan to only age by fives from now on. I will be forty until I turn forty-five, then it will be forty-five for five years until I celebrate fifty. This really isn’t a vanity issue, because I am already finding this...
After flirting will an amazingly hot guy I re-read his Scruff profile. That’s when I saw the “Age limit is 35” sign posted to the front door. Remember that Snoopy cartoon where Snoopy is attempting to travel across country and faces anti-dog segregation in public spaces? I thought that was just an allegory for racism. Now I know how people facing this type of overt segregationist views felt. Okay, not really. But, the blood did stop pumping from my over thirty-five year old heart for a bit.
It is really that in this day and age I cannot be bothered going to every social media site and changing my age. It took my like ten minutes to remember my Big Muscle Bear.com password, just to change my ten year old photo to a five year old photo. At least now I’m not sporting Z. Cavericci. jeans. So, if you ask me my age, just add up to four years. And know that I am aging gracefully.
the saving grace in all of this is someday he will be old like us and see the same thing happen to him! cn
ReplyDeleteYou add 15 years to your age and then people will go, "you look GREAT for your age!!!".
ReplyDeleteOr do what I do. I'm 99.
Alas the 'age' thing gets worse in the gay community; and then you become a 'daddy' which is suddenly coveted by the youngsters.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday; may this next year be your best one yet.
Just wear the Uggs when you meet him-- he'll think you're still in your 20's.
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