I don't know why it's supposed to be ungentlemanly to ask a woman's age. I don't lie about my age, never have, even when I was younger and wanted to be older. Now I'm 31 (will be 32 in a month) and still I tell the truth. I figure that if the person is enjoying talking to me then they like me. If they stop talking to me simply because of a number than they're not worth my time. My age has nothing to do with my relation to others. It's a similar level of maturity and our common interests that should encourage our relationship. When I was 19 I was engaged to a man who was 29. What caused us to break up had nothing to do with age and everything to do with his lack of relationship skills. He was a control freak and felt a woman should not call the man or initiate any contact herself. I am independant and unafraid of making even the first move. We didn't click but not because of age.
Last year was hard on my physically and I saw rapid changes and aging in my body that have been a stuggle emotionally to deal with. Just last week I noticed frown wrinkles. That bothered me but not the fact that I had wrinkles so much as the fact that they were FROWN lines instead of crows feet or something that you tend to get more with smiling.
I don't want to grow old, not because of people's perception of it but because I'm seeing less and less time to do the things I want and to enjoy life. I'm afraid of being crippled and frail before I'm done doing those things. I'm afraid of becoming so fat that I'm like my mother, needing blood pressure meds and in pain just walking. I'm not afraid of being older, I'm afraid of ailments that are more age related. I'm not ready to stop doing. I've got time but I see that time is waning.
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"Always learn the rules so that you can break them properly." Dalai Lama
My Karma just ran over your Dogma.
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