Thank the Lord I'm no longer young

Thank the Lord I’m no longer young. Tonight I was reminded of what it’s like to be under forty, looking for a mate, not connecting with anything or anyone real, and having to do it all with music so loud it doesn’t matter what you say anyway.

I committed to go to a party sponsored by several organizations that I support. In that sense I’m glad I went. One of the few gray-haired men there told me I was sexy. I told him he was fortunate I appreciated the compliment and wasn’t under 35 where he, or any guy of any age, might have risked a sexual harassment suit.

The appetizers were about a half grade better than the US Airways lounge and when I asked if the champagne was drinkable the bartender, noting I was probably there for a reason other than to be picked up, smiled at me and gave me my glass for free. (Who knows what they actually charge?) I said “hi’ to everyone I wished to and fled when I could.

For all those 50+ who miss your youth, I advise you to go to one of these ubiquitous young crowded bar scenes. Then, tell me if you really want to be young again. I’ll settle for an age-appropriate good meal with good service and decent conversation any time. And I bet so will you.