It’s about 11 pm on a temperate evening in NYC. A family exits a Broadway show and the daughter goes to the stage door to try to get autographs of the amazing cast. A weary mother walks across the street and stands in front of the Scientology Center. As she scrolls through her emails, a young man approaches. He is not there to harm her- he is there to chat her up……
Yes. I got hit on last night. By a man probably 25 years my junior.
Of course my first thought was “Whaaaat?”
I was dressed rather plainly- simple black dress (think Breakfast at Target, not Tiffany), black flats, grey beaded necklace. I was not overly made up, and this was not Times Square of the 70’s, so I’m assuming he knew I wasn’t for hire. I’m attractive, but I look my age- So whaaat?
I’ve had men approach me with more amorous intentions, but they are men of my age. OK- not my age, but older. Much older. To a 70 year old guy at the gym, or Barnes and Noble, I am a vixen. But younger guys….whaaat?
Part of getting older has a lot of challenges. The hardest one for most people is the physical signs of aging- the loss of youthful beauty. Skin is not as bright, hair is a little greyer, lines creep up around your face. Gravity takes its toll on your body. I take care of myself- drink water, exercise, eat reasonably healthy, moisturize every part of my body- but I don’t do these things to look younger- I do them simply to maintain what I have. And I don’t look 25 anymore. I don’t look 45. I look like I’m 53.
So why was this guy asking me out for tea? What made him stop and talk to a woman standing on the sidewalk scrolling through her smartphone?
He was nice looking, dressed neatly. He was able to hold a conversation and seemed semi literate. He was not crass or vulgar. So what was wrong with him? Why was he talking to me?
Notice how I think something is wrong with him, not how something was right with me? That’s what age has done to my mind set. When I was younger I didn’t question why a man was asking me out. I assumed he was attracted to the exterior, and then after conversing, was intrigued by my intelligence and wit. But I always assumed the physical attraction came first. My mind can not conceive a man in his twenties being physically attracted to me.
I’ve come to this conclusion: my inner beauty shines brightly. The confidence that only comes from life experience radiates through every pore and wrinkle on my face. I am a force to be reckoned with. It’s a good thing I’m married or watch out……Maybe maturity tops youth.
Or maybe he wasn’t wearing his glasses.