Something you might find amusing: I'm currently writing a monograph on the experience of online dating...the fears, the exaggerations, the protocols, the bathroom-staged shirtless photos, and the peculiar salad bar of faces, ages, shapes, and attitudes that make this the most 'effin bizarre journey that most of us thought we'd never have to negotiate. For many of us, online dating was something we thought only fat chicks and rainmen used for long-term hookups. Anyone remember the "Lowered Expectations" skit on Saturday Night Live (youtube it)?
Don't get me wrong...it's sorta fun, too. There's no better icebreaker with a new prospective Mr. Forever than this topic. After all, haven't we all skimmed through the same faces? You've probably jabbed your 'next' button a few times after being presented with my profile. Correction: If that were true, you probably wouldn't be reading this. 15-0.
Anyway, I'm now officially in my 40's. WTF? Not sure how that happened so fast. I attended my 20th H.S. reunion a couple years ago. I've held up better that almost all of them. Mind you, I'm not suggesting I'm some sort of prize, but I will say that my waist size is back down to where it was in high school (take that, Mr. former quarterback, who is now pushing 3-bills)...and you won't see hair growing from places that it shouldn't (based on the prevailing opinion of at least 23 of these United States). There is no trick to aging slowly, except to avoid surrendering to the television, couch, microwave, and snack aisle...and the sun (Darque Tan...really? and why the 'que' ?) Also, regularly burning calories in some substantial number relative to your food-related caloric intake apparently has something to do with it. Who knew.