Age No Limit

(For Facebook this week you’re supposed to post the pic of a celebrity people say you favor – mine is AJ Johnson from “House Party”, “Inkwell” and “Baby Boy”)
Age No Limit Part II

Feb10-1Research shows that January is the most popular month for divorce.  One of the main reasons is because the holidays are over and people want to start the year with a fresh start.  I have been both dumped and the dumper in the month of January, so although not divorce- I was/am part of the “new beginnings” club.  (I guess it saves some money in February since you don’t  have to splurge on Valentine’s Day gifts that either get eaten (candy) or die (flowers) within 72 hours.

A couple of weeks ago I talked about the dating scene in Louisville and how different it is to date in various age groups.   Being 33 years old, I can attract men in their 20s (it makes me feel like a cougar! LOL) and also men in their 40s (I make them feel like they still got it!).  But as you know- there’s always a story to tell!

Last year my neck was completely locked.  I could move every other body part except my neck.  It wouldn’t turn side to side and all I could do was look forward.  My physical therapist worked wonders, but I still needed a neck brace to help with the recovery.  So, I drove to the Gould’s Medical store in St. Matthews.  The people in there were buying motorized wheelchairs, butt cushions etc..  But in a corner was this sharp, attractive Black male.  As I looked at the brace section, I felt his shadow approach me.  He was in town because his mother was moved out of a nursing home and he was going to care for her at her house.  (Very commendable).

Long story, short – information was exchanged.  Phone calls were had.  A “date” was set up to meet for lunch.  We met at Cunningham’s downtown.  He was funny, but a little too flashy for me.  His phone rings and one of his ‘boys from high school’ is in the area and is going to swing through.  Sure, whatever.  The friend comes in and sits at our table, supposedly they are still the best of friends.  As the two of them are talking, I realize that this guy looks really familiar to me.  I just can’t put my finger on it.
Where do I know this man from?
Ah – and then it clicks.  I stop their conversation and say, “Aren’t you (name of one of my friends) father?”  His eyes grow a little wider.  It reminded me of the Snickers commercial “Awkward!”

Moral of that story – there’s nothing wrong with dating someone older than you, just make sure your friends won’t eventually be calling you mama or daddy!

M.Y.  February 2010

Mirror Image

“Mirror Image”

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I really feel like I am getting younger instead of older. (The above picture was taken of me “all nat-ur-al” first thing in the morning after washing my face.) When I look at my face I see youthfulness and completely understand why people don’t think I am 31 years old.  Often when I meet people for the first time they will ask what grade I am in or what school I go to. Then they quickly apologize and I say “Don’t worry about it, I hear it all the time.”  I rarely wear foundation or a lot of makeup and would kick and scream when I cheered for the Louisville Fire.  They made us wear all of this makeup and I felt I looked like a Barbie Doll. I felt the makeup didn’t make me look older, it just made me look “made up”.

Several years ago I was a mentor to a fifth grade girl.  We went roller skating. While there this boy skated up to us and asked my name.  I told him my name and introduced him to her – but he wasn’t interested in her.  This young buck continued to try to hit on me.  He told me he was 11 years old and thought I was 15. When I told him I was in my 20s, he was amazed.  He said with a wide-eyed excited grin, “You mean you got a car!?” He was so overjoyed and told me he was working on getting a moped. I brought him even more pleasure when I told him I had a job as a teacher.  He told me he wished I was his teacher!

I’ve learned to accept my young looks and use it to my advantage.  I look forward to the day when my friends and I are 80 years old.  They’ll be old, wrinkled, mean and in a wheelchair.  I’ll be still be smiling, riding bikes in the park and hanging out with my 25 year old boyfriend Winston! (-;

M.Y. September 2007