I’m 44, soon to be 45. I wer contact lenses for distance, and I started wearing reading glasses a couple of years ago, so I have de facto bifocals. I have just started needing the reading glasses to hook my front-hook bras. This morning in the shower, I was wondering how long it will be before I’m wearing them in the shower so I can shave my legs.
Let me see now. When was it that I realized I might be getting older? Hmmm … let me think, when was that now? Oh yes, I remember. It was when I turned 80.
So? My HUSBAND was born when I was 15.
10th anniversary this June. (Not of marriage, just of our first time together. He was 21, I was 36. I am a bad, bad woman. :D)
Mrs. Robinson? Is that you? 
Got you beat–mine was born when I was 17.
I’ve heard you say this before, and I do know it, but I’ve still gotta say it.
Lucky dog.
Which? Jello shots, or moist towelettes?
We have a five year old and believe me moist towelettes have been an indispensable part of our lives over those years.
Oh, as for me it was when I took a course at Northeastern University this past semester.
It hit me that the sleeping bag I own that I take on camping trips and such is older than the course instructor (he happened to mention he was born in 1978).
I’m just a bit over 31, and 2 weeks before that birthday, Time magazine sent me a subscription offer with a “senior” discount! :dubious:
Bastards!
I have kidney stones.
I’ve been going gray since I was 25.
The nurse at my urologists office mentioned “your age” and “prostate” in the same sentence.
Some employees at work were born when I was elementary school, newest guy was born when I was in the 6th grade.
I’ve always hated the “Super Bass 9000” car stereo systems, in fact, since I’m and engineer, I may build something I read about on these boards one time, a “shoulder-fired, bass-seeking missile.”
My girlfriend was born when I was in elementary school.
However, I’m proud to note that I have not started doing the typical old man behaviors of:
Eating dinner at 4:30
Driving a large car
Worrying about and/or watching the TV weather all the time
Pulling my pants up to my nipples
For me it was when I was buying cigarettes and saw the sign that said “You must be born on or before this date in 1982 to buy tobacco” and I realized I was out of high school on or before that date.
On the other hand, just last weekend another woman and I were talking about education, and she commented that “things sure have changed since you and I were in school” which led to a discussion of high schools, which led me to discover that she’d gone to mine. I asked her what year she graduated, and she said 1995. I said “Oh, we’re not the same age.” She said, “Well, people often think I am younger. Did you graduate before or after me?” I said, “I graduated in 1982. That teenager over there is my daughter.”
So THAT was pretty cool.
When the grocery bagboys asked if they could help me to the car with my groceries, and I realised…they weren’t flirting.
:::whimper:::
They now call me Ma’am.
I figured out the other day that I pretty much have the rest of my life planed out.
For some reason that made me feel really old.
Oh, and I’m seriously considering buying an 05’ Ford Mustang.
Not because I’m going through a midlife crisis but because I’m finally at a point in my life where I can afford to buy one.
Yeah, I’ll just keep tell’n myself that…
Hahaha, the jello shots. I’m well acquainted with moist towelettes and anti-bacterial hand gel.
Shouldn’t that be the OP of a different thread?
That is too cool. Good for you
For me, signs of impending middle age included my hair stylist delicately suggesting that I was entering a higher-maintenance phase of life. 
I have the feeling that I might end up ultimately with a head of silvery gray hair that would look pretty cool. However, being 38 and still hoping to not be single forever, I’m kinda reluctant to go with any look that might suggest “granny” to the relatively few available guys out there.
Other things include:
- realizing that my childhood friends have kids in high school
- telling a twenty-something colleague the other day that I’d had a lot of fun at my grammar school’s 20th anniversary reunion… five years ago
- telling another twenty-something colleague that the first R-rated movie I saw was Saturday Night Fever, and they weren’t even born yet
- days when my left knee gets so stiff and painful that if I kneel for any reason, I have to hold onto something to get back up
Upon hearing about a similar arrangment, my hair stylist (same one as above) once commented, “Well, it IS easier to put 21 into 36 more than once…” 
It hits me everytime my son has a birthday - he will be 35 in April.
With me, old age is the realization that people you consider fellow adults live in a different generation. I remember once a co-worker and I were speaking about Vietnam (he was a veteran) and he asked me what I did about the draft. I told him I had only been twelve when the war ended. He got a look.
I had the same look a few years back at a doper meeting. It was in a college town and most of the people in attendance were young. One other doper and myself were past forty. We were talking about various subjects and the subject of exploding sheep came up. I said “ssss boom bah” and only the other guy laughed. We explained “Carnac” and got a blank look. We then said “Johnny Carson” and got some minimal recognition - “Oh yeah, wasn’t he the guy that used to do Jay Leno’s show?” We gave each other the look and dropped the subject.
Actually Jello shots, moist towellettes and antibacterial hand gel could make for a pretty interesting Saturday night…
I think in lots of stores they’re supposed to offer to help you no matter how young you appear to be, or how little you have bought. Seriously. I buy a half-dozen cans of cat food and a bottle of wine, and they ask me if I need help out to the car with that.
Ummm, no…I didn’t drive, I walked. Perhaps you’d like to carry it over to my place and put it away? The cat food goes in the built-in microwave that we never use, thank you very much.
Hypercholesterolemia.
Every Playboy Playmate for the last 15 years, the mayor of San Francisco and at least one U.S. Senator being younger than I am.
The last woman I was romantically interested in being 12 years younger than I was, yet finding myself “checking out” women well into their 50s.
Not giving a wet slap about losing my hair.
Not giving a wet slap about posting to the Dope on a Saturday night.
Realizing that I’d gone from thinking Jim Morrison was a cool dude because he did whatever he wanted regardless of how anyone else felt to thinking he was just a drunk who needed a good swift kick in the behind.
Realizing I’d stopped caring about being cool. Not that I ever was cool, but when you’re young you tend to care about it even if you know you will never achieve it. At my current age you tend to think concern with coolness or hipness is childish.
Taking a job and realizing that most of my co-workers couldn’t even remember the Carter administration.
Going back to school and rolling my eyes at some of the silly antics and beliefs of students who were 20 years younger than me, while telling myself "A couple years in the ‘real’ world will straighten them out. " (And of course conveniently forgetting that when I was their age I behaved the same way they did.)
Realizing that it’s probably high time I signed one of those living wills.