What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday I was hit on by a 25 year old.
Today I went to Wal-Mart and as soon as I entered the store the greeter said, "If you have grandchildren we have some really good buys on Easter candy for their baskets".
OK, now I am old enough to have grandchildren, and in fact, I want grandchildren, but I don't want to look old enough for people to assume I have them.
Brian gets that kind of thing too. One of my son's friends, a 17 year-old girl, works out at the same gym Brian goes to and told our son that Brian was "hot". Then she added the, "for an old guy" part. Nothing like building you up before letting you down, eh?
I can't make sense of it. Apparently I'm young enough to be hit on my much younger guys, be scolded by my kids for playing rock music too loud, and have friends who were born the year I graduated from high school, but I'm also obviously looking "old".
Oh the joys of middle-age.