Thursday, September 10, 2009

I'm a Geriatric Hot Piece of Ass.


As I was washing my daughter's face recently, she stared at me intently. Obviously concerned and formulating a question, she finally found the courage to ask,

"Daddy, what are those lines on your head?"

She was referring to simple brow lines, of course, but the fact that they deepened when I concentrated, or was angry, finally gave her the courage to ask about these troubling marks. The wonderful skin that her mother had given her seemed to now be her benchmark, and Daddy looked different.

"You know, honey, when you get older, you start to get lines on your face that show how old you are. And how smart." And after sufficiently tickling her to let her know I was just being playful, she moved back to more comfortable conversation for a 5 year old, mostly potty humor.

But, it's out there. I'm showing some age.

Years ago I took a trip to the Bahamas with my three best friends, and spent a top five day on a $15 booze cruise. On that day, Tommie, the most good natured and outgoing of my crew, struck up a conversation with a middle-aged couple from New York, Bob and Terry. Tommie was always talking to strangers, but I remembered thinking that on a boat full of young, attractive, drunk women, Tommie managed to find the 50-something couple with the Jersey shore tans and kids in college.

A couple of years later, Tommie mentioned Bob and Terry again, and I recall being increduled that not only had he traded contact info with them, he had stayed in touch with them all this time.

So fast forward with me to present day. Last month my wife and I managed to get away to Vegas for a few days minus the kids, something we had not been able to do in over 5 years. We got an upgraded room and some special attention thanks to a close friend, went out to dinner, and got up when we wanted. For a couple who had been tortured with 3am awakenings by our daughter for years, this proved to be a heavenly break, and a chance to simply act like a couple for a few days.

Having decided not to spend much time gambling, we got up each day, headed down for a leisurely breakfast, and then headed out to Mandalay Bay's stunning collection of pools. And after a couple of days worth of poor pool selection, we finally honed in on a corner of the property that was our speed.

As our skin bubbled in the desert sun, we sat in the pool, and began chatting with a young couple, roughly in their mid 20s. They were attractive, clearly smitten with each other, and infectious. And after making each other laugh a few times, I waited for one of them to start making those uncomfortable motions indicating a departure. But they didn't. They stayed. And we stayed. And ten minutes turned into an hour, and then into five, until the sun chased us back into the airconditioning.




We parted ways that afternoon, but made plans to meet up late that night for a drink up in The Foundation Room, where we again had a great time enjoying the view and talking. We finally left them that night after trading contact info and promising to keep in touch. Just really fantastic people. Young, energetic and full of love and optimism, already with entertaining and interesting life stories to share, with their whole promising lives in front of them. The wives ultimately had to pull the husbands apart at the end of the evening, we were having a hard time tying up our conversation.

The next day I thought a lot about them, and something my wife asked while on a bathroom break from the pool the day before.

"Don't you feel old?"

I didn't. And I don't. I still feel like I'm 22, and most of the time, act like it. But my daughter's concerned look about the lines on my head and my wife's question got me thinking about this wonderful couple we met again.

Because I'm Bob, of Bob and Terry from New York, in this equation.

I'm convinced of it. Age is really only a state of mind. Even if your body is failing you and your face wears the roadmap of the places you've been. If you have been doing it right, your inner self is a collection of your experience and the proof that over the years you have become the best you.

Life's greatest irony. You become the best you right before you die.

Fantastic to meet you, Jason and Lauren. Please keep us up on your lives, and put us down for dinner when you come through Dallas. Please feel free to review some of what I have written about parenting anytime you need effective birth control.




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16 comments:

Jody said...

I feel young. I am 41 and not "perfect" anymore but I still feel young mentally. I wish the body would still be young lol.
But you know what? I earned every line. And I hope most of them came from smiling.

Kristina P. said...

I really thought that this was going to somehow tie into your previous swingers post.

angie said...

I whole heartedly agree. I feel younger now than when I was younger......but those signs of age are telling me another story! :)

The Mom Jen said...

Great post, I feel young though my bod is slowly sloping south, love how those getaways really recharge you. Cute couple friends too!

Texan Mama @ Who Put Me In Charge said...

Awesome!

Life is so cruel, forcing us to have all the fun when we're so young and dumb and not able to appreciate it at all.

Now that I'm halfway to the grave and have a litter of children in tow everywhere I go, I would gladly drink the college me UNDER THE TABLE. For sure. Whatever that expression means.

The will is there. The body, however, is not so cooperating.

ComfyMom~Stacey said...

We've recently started spending time with couples in their 20s, DHs coworkers. We are 'the old married couple with kids' and it's really odd to be on that side of the dynamic sometimes. I have to keep remembering not to say the things that irritated me when I was on the 20s side. Even though I now know those things were entirely true.

Lee said...

I feel old, which is stupid. But everyone always thinks I'm in my twenties when they meet me. It's going to suck once I'm older.

nicole said...

I just turned 30. I still feel like I am faking this whole parent/adulthood thing. Sometimes I feel old (hello 5 kids and an almost-wagon) and sometimes I feel my age or younger. I agree with you in the main though--it is all a state of mind.

Jenn@ The Crazies said...

You are fabulous Jay... and you are NOT old! Though I am 36 and I feel old... scratch that... ok... we are old! But you look MARVELOUS!!!

Sarah said...

Our new neighbors are in their early 20's and just got married in May. We had dinner with them and I marveled at how mentally weathered Hubster and I were even though we are only a few (hundred) years older than them. If age is a state of mind I'm thinking I should stick to my birth certificate this week.

kisatrtle said...

This was a great post Jay. I really enjoyed it.

Elaine A. said...

Now there's a couple you could swing with, no? Hee hee, just kidding... ;-)

But yes Jay, I believe YOU will always be young at heart!

Tony@ That One Paticular Harbor said...

You still have brother, just better than ever. keep up the great work. No one knows me after a month of begin on the road. I think Alayna called me Peter. Hmm that is troubling. God Bless.

jsprik said...

aawww, you're not old jay, you are just well seasoned!! ;) great post, btw!! and very true...you know what they say, you are only as old as you feel!! ;) take care "old man" ;)

Chelle said...

I just turned 30 in June...and I felt all young until the husband asked me if I would like to get a minivan in a year or so.

Um...no.

Not that there's anything wrong with a minivan, but I think that would make me feel grown up--and I love being the young, fun Mom :)

Love your blog--you just gained a new follower!

cheryl said...

Love this. ...and lines are just graceful forms of expression. At least that's the lie my sweet Mom told me. I'm going with that.....

posthumous pointer
To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson