Flattery at Any Age

I'm gliding into "older than middle aged" fairly gracefully.  At least I'd like to think I am.  I'm not bothering with covering anything with dye, make-up, or something to suck myself in.  And, I don't complain about the effects of time and gravity...much (Please don't ask Dave to confirm my statement.).

But...I felt downright giddy yesterday when a gentleman asked me if I happened to be married.  "Yup," I said, "for twenty years!"

He paused for a moment and said, "Well, that's good."

Did it bug me that he was in his mid-seventies?  Not in the least!!!  I rather dug it!

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