hmmmm, I remember when my daughter was 21 and was about to graduate college, she said that Jacob wanted to marry her. And so I asked her, “why so soon” and asked if she was pregnant or what...then with a dagger look she said, “MOM! I'm not like you.” …..So, did that mean I was a swinger and gave birth during my teens....She was 21 then and said 'am not like you' seems like I was having more fun than she was at her age...hmmmm.. so how old am I?
Then if that wasn't revealing enough, two months ago, I picked up my granddaughter , Elise, from school and her teacher wouldn't hand her to me until she knew what our relationship was. The teacher was surprised to realize I was the grandmother since I look more like an aunt. She probably thought I was in my 40's, but isn't it that 50 is the new 40?...that made my day.
Oh don't get me wrong about my promiscuity during my teens. A couple of years ago, several Filipina friends and I were having some great time reminiscing our younger years. They shared about having rendezvous escapades and making out at the back of cars, or changing boyfriends like they were underwear. But when it was time for me to relate my experiences all I said, “hmmm, I've only tried one and he's the man I married.” Then with hands on hips , my friend said, “hey Vanette, are you bragging or are you sorry, which is it, girl!”.... I thought for a moment and said, “I guess at my age, I am sorry?.....but it's never too late, isn't it?” Laughter then proceeded my statement.
But regardless how old I am, here are a few clues...
I can tell all my secrets to my friends, and they won't remember a thing..
I can live without sex, but I can't live without my glasses.
When I talk to my friends all I hear about are arthritis, diabetes and menopause....
I am past holding my stomach in when a honcho of a guy enters a room
With the candles on my birthday cake, I can wax my legs and body.
And guess what, here is a statistic of women's fantasy by age:
age 17 tall, dark and handsome man
25 tall, dark and handsome man with money
35 tall, dark and handsome man with money and a brain
48 a man with hair
66 a man
If I did gauge according to the above, for one, I cant be 66, since I still have my man but I don't know if my man still has hair since it's always covered with a hat....now pray tell me.. how old am I?
Well as they say, Age has always been an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter, right. And at this point in my life, who's counting anyway?
Oh well! Thanks for all those that greeted me.....and to those who have not yet done so, am still waiting.....CHEERS!!!!!
check the bottle..it's called "7 deadly sins" .... CHEERS to all!!! SALAMAT, SALAMAT, SALAMAT...aging gracefully and loving it even with all the wrinkles around!
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