We're not as young as we used to be. Of course, you knew that, it's literally painfully obvious. But hey, we're not dead yet, and people can turn up their noses or ask if we need "assistance" or offer a senior discount or re-hide my hidden stash of sake, but I'm going to live my life the way I want to. And show me the man who will challenge me. Ha, that's what I thought. Even you aren't stupid enough to get in my way. Because you really aren't stupid or perverted (I mean, to a certain degree). I have good taste in friends. And men, depending on what we are today. If I think about it, it makes sense that we have such a strange relationship, a strangely wonderful relationship. We're old, we're tired, we're in love. With life and then with each other. It's nothing more than a warmth when I see you, a laugh at an inside joke decades old, or the size of your rough hand against my tiny one in a high five to embarrass our trainees, but it's love. Love from years and years ago, aging and maturing (or lack there of) with us. So yes, how astute, we are getting on in years, thanks for noticing, and hell yes, I'll take the senior discount, but no, no thanks.
We're not too old.
We're just old enough.