A Thought or Two on Age

I'm 36. There, I said. No taking it back.

The last three women I've kissed (and, no, no details for you) have all at one point or another alluded to the fact that they're "getting old," "are older," or words to that effect.

This tells me two things: one, I'm not having a midlife crisis and dating a woman half my age (thank the stars, I'd likely need a translator) and two, apparently, according to some people, mid-30s is, well, old.

Now, I've spent two years or so living the good life, using the elliptical as a clothes hanger, and in general treating my body like a frat house rather than a temple. And, in all honesty, I've pretty much always done so. Until I hit 31, it was no problem, as I had a metabolism most people would kill for. Since then, yeah, I've slowed down a little. But, seriously people: I don't feel all that different than I did ten years ago. And while I haven't gone the route others have with the added responsibilities and "grown up" accoutrements like kids and joint checking accounts and buying a home, I've gotta say it....

We may not be 25 anymore. We may not even be 29 anymore. But we sure as hell aren't in our late 40s yet.

Don't sell yourselves short. Don't think that life has passed you by, or that you're stuck. And while this post had its genesis in the comments of three women, this applies to guys out there, too.

I'm not even close to getting started, folks. And when I turn 37, I'm going to look and feel better than I did at 27. You can take that to the bank.

A late thought: For the record, these three women I'm not passing details on about? I'll say this: they are in my top ten of best women I've ever kissed. And they've only moved up the list over the years I've known them, and within a year or two of me. Maybe we are like fine wine, if kept under the right conditions. I don't know.