I'm just wondering by what sorcery the guy I used to date (whom I admit to occasionally myspace-stalking, just to reassure myself the yep, he's still bugshit crazy and yep, he still looks like an ex-junkie), who was 45 when we met in 2006, is now only 46, according to his profile.
He must have found one of those elusive wrinkles in time.
I'm just sayin' -- what is it with men?
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Fear of aging is every bit as real in (some) men as it is in (some) women. "Grow old gracefully" is still the wisest thing I ever heard my grandmother say.
Funny, my dear departed Dad said just the opposite, "Don't get old!" while at the same time he WAS growing old gracefully.
I try to not act old. I can still standing-jump the kitchen counter. Like I tell my kids, young at heart is rather more polite than immature.
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