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 me like ten minutes to remember my BigMuscleBear.com password, just to change my ten year old photo to a five year old photo. At least now I’m not sporting Z. Cavaricci jeans. So, if you ask me my age, just add up to four years. And know that I am aging gracefully.
This post originally appeared on Steven Bennet's website Nice to See StevieB. Republished with permission.
