Just recently I have finally hit the big 40. I physically don’t feel old “yet”. I don’t need Viagra, yes, I’m still waking up every morning with that woody, but my everyday life style has been visibly changing. I have noticed things ain’t what they seem. When a young lady crosses my path and smiles, she’s not smiling cause she thinks I am cute, logically she is smiling because she might be a crack whore, or mainly because I am an elder. AKA “old fart”. Out aging her by 2 decades, she surely wants to establish a relationship and bring me home to her folks who might be the same age. Ok, could happen if my bank account exceeded the recommendation, but from my standpoint, “ain’t gonna happen”. One indication knowing you’re as old as dirt would be “not” getting carded for alcohol while the 30 year old jerk in front of me does. Another commonality is that you’re usually referred as “that older guy”. Try going to any strip such as the mission bay district in San Diego, Night clubs, hostels and college campuses, your profile will always be, “The older guy”.
Being 40 seems to give you that false impression of being young sometimes. Nonetheless you are now looked at from a different perspective, and that perspective is OLD! It is funny knowing that when I turned 30 I thought I old. Welp, it’s almost time to chase down two tablets of gas-x with a nice healthy glass of prune juice. Ta ta!
