I meet a group of former colleagues for lunch regularly. The median age of the group is 40ish and I am the oldest, at 47, and the youngest is 36. We met recently and I got there a bit late. As I arrived, one of them asked, “How old are you?” “Why do you ask?” I said. “We were speculating because you were late,” they replied. I told them. “Oh really, that old we thought you were younger, except for G, she guessed you were approaching 50.” I turned reproachfully to poor G, who said, defensively, “I only said that you were looking very well for someone in her late 40s.” I understand that there are three ages: young, middle aged and “you’re looking great”. Have I really entered the last phase?
You can’t have, because I’m turning 40 this year, and I was still hoping for young. I may be in denial.
Turning 40 IS young!
I am 56 and am looking a bit worn. It’s easier for men, we just pretend to be experienced but we are still winging it.
I’ll take ‘you’re looking great’ over ‘you’re looking tired’ …