Inspired by this thread
About 5 years ago, when I was 45, I still considered myself a pretty decent looking woman. My husband certainly thought so (still does, I think). I weigh the same as I did when I had my first child, I wear high heels and nice clothes, get my hair done, etc. I had a 21 year old male volunteer working with me in my science classroom. He had been working with me on and off for a few years and was constantly bemoaning his inability to find a girlfriend. He dated but he rarely got a third or fourth date with the same girl. Anyway. During one of our regular conversations about the same topic one point, he said to me “Ms. Wonder9, you must have been a beautiful woman once…”
At which point, his lack of a girlfriend became a completely understandable state of affairs. And I felt a peculiar mix of gratitude and dismay.
That’s my story. What’s yours?