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Yesterday I picked up the local newspaper and came across two obituaries that brought forward names from my distant past. One was of a schoolmate whom I hadn't seen for 40 years and another of a mother of a university chum whom I hadn't seen for over 30 years. Both deaths were sudden and unexpected although the lady's passing was in the natural order of things. My former schoolmate's passing was a complete shock though.

 

The schoolmate was one of those golden-haied boys who was born with the proverbial golden horseshoe up his ass. He and I attended the same private primary school but he went on to a boarding school in another province for his secondary education. I knew his future wife at university and what bemused me was the fact that he married her despite her plain looks. It must have had something to do with the fact that her family had even more money than his.

 

Anyway, I read that he was a grandfather and had five children, all married. And dead at sixty! (now I'm giving away my age!). I will go to his funeral on Tuesday for no other reason than a little bit of my past is slipping away.

 

The lady in question was a wonderful woman, a mother of three who had a wild and wacky husband. He died at an altogether too-young age in 1972. He was an architect but worked and played in equal measure. His son and I worked on projects together at university and both flunked out of the same faculty (architecture) before I found my true calling. After graduation I went to graduate school in another city and lost track of my chum. But I see from the death notice that he is married and has children and grandchildren.

 

I never married but do have some fond memories of love affairs. At my advanced age, I now prefer hiring escorts and dancers for my fun. I love my dog and am perfectly happy with my life. But I did take the other path in life. So be it! :)

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At my advanced age? 60? What will you be thinking when you're 80?

 

It's true that looking at the obituaries can be unsettling as you age and see others dying younger than you or the same age, but if you're 60 then you lived through the AIDS epidemic, so seeing peers die is not so shocking, unless it is, of course.

 

For me, being 60 means I can't pretend I'm young anymore, but I wouldn't refer to it as an advanced age, but young guys probably would.

 

What I'd like to know from the guys older than 60 is when you realized you weren't young anymore and how you cope with gettng older in a society that prizes youth.

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I realized I wasn't young anymore when:

the President of the USA was younger than I was;

the president of my undergraduate college was a kid I had hazed

when he was a freshman;

my mother celebrated her 100th birthday;

I couldn't cum twice during a two hour appointment;

I said, "Of course, everyone remembers where he was when he

learned Kennedy had been assassinated," and my students all looked

at me blankly;

I told the eye doctor I was worried because I needed brighter light

to read, and he said, "That's just normal old age";

I didn't have to ask for the senior price at the movie theater;

I didn't have to ask for the senior price ANYWHERE;

I received the letter saying "Welcome to Medicare!"

 

The best thing about old age is that I can stop worrying about whether I am sexually attractive, and just enjoy myself.

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I realized I wasn't young anymore when:

the President of the USA was younger than I was;

the president of my undergraduate college was a kid I had hazed

when he was a freshman;

my mother celebrated her 100th birthday;

I couldn't cum twice during a two hour appointment;

I said, "Of course, everyone remembers where he was when he

learned Kennedy had been assassinated," and my students all looked

at me blankly;

I told the eye doctor I was worried because I needed brighter light

to read, and he said, "That's just normal old age";

I didn't have to ask for the senior price at the movie theater;

I didn't have to ask for the senior price ANYWHERE;

I received the letter saying "Welcome to Medicare!"

 

The best thing about old age is that I can stop worrying about whether I am sexually attractive, and just enjoy myself.

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> ... from the guys older than 60 is when you realized you weren't young anymore and how you cope with gettng older in a society that prizes youth.

 

When, after a shower, I looked down and said "My god, those are my dad's legs!!" :+

 

But I am so totally blessed to be able to do and experience what I can. :D even at my "advanced age". :9

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