Aging with Style

A strange incident happened on Friday night. My hubby and I had been at a church function (talent show) and were returning the building key to the responsible party. No one was home at the time, so hubby was getting back into the car. A neighbor of the key custodian was walking down the middle of the street.

This old man was obviously intoxicated and asked us if we had any cigarettes. Neither of us smoke, so we weren't able to help him. I was driving, and the old man was on my side of the car. When hubby got out to offer him $5, the old man exclaimed that hubby was older than he was. (Sorry, but this guy was much older than my man--I'm not biased either). The old man couldn't figure out how my hubby was with a much younger woman (I'm not--only 5 years difference, but I'm fighting my advancing gray ...er years, while hubby embraces his).

The man began to tell us about his sad life. He's alone now because his woman took him for everything he was worth--but it was fun while it lasted. He told my husband how lucky he was to have me (obviously he doesn't know me). He actually got choked up when he said it. It was sweet, and I felt bad for him.

However, on a funny note, as we were driving home afterward, my dear, sweet man said to me that the only reason people think I'm attractive is because he's so old.

Ummm .... you can tell I married a real charmer! =D

(It's really okay because he puts his foot in his mouth regularly. We're both good at that.)