How often have we been told, read or heard, that age is only a number. Some of us – now in the higher numbers – totally agree that the number is not what is important. But then there are others who can’t get over it, not their own number or others.
This is what happened to me lately which left me speechless. On a sunny Saturday morning Annie, John and I were sitting in one of London’s Parks drinking coffee and waiting for James and Andrea to join us for a visit of the Soane Museum near by. I had not seen them for nearly two years. It wasn’t long before they arrived. Everybody hugged and kissed, and when it came to me hugging Andrea, she stepped back, looked at me, and without a Hi or Hello first, said,
“You never told me how old you really are?” It was so taken back that it took a moment before I answered but then I said firmly, “And I never will!”!”
She didn’t pursue the matter further but it left me wondering how important age – as a number – is to her.
My advice is don’t say how old you are – why do you want somebody to know that you are 70 when you look only 60? No, women don’t look their age today – check it out – look around and see all the good-looking seniors! Here are two of them