- Due in part to good genes - My Dad is a bit past 70 and can still pass for a man in his late 50s. Consequently some people are surprised when I reveal that I'm pushing 50. More than a few guess late-30s
- That I'm still a big kid (and that can work to my advantage, but also can bite me in the butt)
- A reflection of my inability to take myself too seriously
- I was listening to the radio when I was in my mid 20s. A Bob Seger song came on that was released when I was in high school. The DJ referred to it as an "oldie."
- I caught up on Facebook with a young lady that I used to baby-sit when I was a teen. She had three children and was in her early 30s. Yikes!
- The high school students that are in our office as part of a work-study program started addressing me as "Mr."
And then, age slapped me in the face.
Ken and I were in New York City with our best friends. We were dining at a popular restaurant in SoHo. I picked up my menu to see what I could see...and I couldn't. Huh? I pushed the menu back to arms-length, and I still couldn't read it. I said aloud. "It must be too dark in here. I can't read the menu."
The Brunette giggled and handed over her reading glasses. "Here you go."
Stunned, "I don't need these!"
She laughed again. "Yes, you do"
Following that trip to NYC, I kept a close monitor on my eyesight. My vision was still clear. Maybe my eyes self-corrected; I kept my hopes up.
And then, my son gifted me a guide for a video game that I love to play. And all I could do was gripe about the small font.
I checked with my Dad. "How old were you when you started wearing glasses."
My Dad (in his succient manner): "Your age."
I checked with my Sister. "When did you start wearing glasses?"
My Sis: "Uhm, I started wearing glasses when I was in my 20s. I switched to contacts a couple of years later. Do you even know me?" She stepped back and grinned at me.
So there I was, nothing to do but go to CVS and purchase some $10 cheaters. Eventually I had to purchase three pair (one for home, one for my truck, one for the office). I kept losing track of them, probably because I did not want to admit that I needed glasses at all.
But it's ok. I got a compliment from my "sweetheart" at the office: a beautiful young lady with long dark hair, a dazzling smile, and ebony-colored eyes. "You look so intelligent wearing your glasses."
I raised my eyebrows gave her a big smile, and said quietly. "Good...I'll fool everyone."
And Father Time? He can go crash somone else's party.