Maybe that old adage is true, “you’re as young as you feel.”
I certainly don’t feel very different from when this photograph was taken almost 40 years ago. But I guess were conditioned to equate aging with being unattractive.
That’s why it surprised me yesterday waiting on my flight back to Atlanta someone whom I consider fairly attractive began flirting with me. Being the slow study that I am about some things, it took me a while to figure out that I was being flirted with. In fact, it got fairly explicit in nature before I got the hint.
But it reminded me of something I think about a lot. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t feel on the inside anything different from what the hotshot in the photo looked like on the outside.
Maybe that’s delusional. Or maybe it’s a hint of a greater truth and a reason to believe that it’s really what is inside that matters