Is there something about me? I wonder sometimes.
A 47 year old guy just asked me for a date. Considering everyone wants one thing from me a date seems almost novel.
But what is it with me that 47 seems to be a magic number? I just found out my first ex is 47 but when we met 12 years ago I could have sworn he said he was just 5 years older than me.
Of course, other supposed 30somethings turned 40somethings came along after him. With the cap being the 50something in LA.
But age is just a number. All of these guys look 30something, are muscular or fit, and have very young minds. Still that itself could be a problem. You would think that by their 40s people in general would have a better grasp of who they were. Oprah says its your 50s that you become the person you are meant to be. But how about the 40s? Shouldn't there be some kind of stability, at least a sense of who you are?
It scares me that I could be like that in my 40s. I have always expected myself to be fully self aware by then.
Then again, maybe not. Whoever knows? Like who knows I could be paying a karmic cycle by not having people around my own age chasing me like there is no tomorrow. Well, of course there is Mr Houston....but that's another story! Ha ha....
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