Although, it does beat the alternative.

Still, I used to love telling people my age.

I loved it because the response was always:

“NO WAY. You aren’t that old.  You don’t look that old. …”

Seems like lately, that hasn’t been the response I’m getting.

Now, I get:

“Huh.”

WTF is that supposed to mean?

Am I no longer the fresh delicate flower I’ve always been?

Guess not.

I guess I could start wearing makeup.  But the fact is I hate the idea of putting on makeup all the time more than I hate the idea that I actually look my age.

You’d think at my age, I’d get over it.