See this stupid look on Rico’s face? This came about yesterday on our way home from Nashville when the subject of age came up. I am a few years older than Rico but it was like it just sunk into his brain for the first time. He looked at me, laughed and said, “You’re gonna be how old? 37? How old were you when we first started dating?” You mean back in school when I was 19 and you were just driving?
I wanted to take my flip flop off and reinvent the Jimmy Buffett phrase…”Blew out my flip flop…knocked off a ding dong.”
Did he just know realize I am old…my uterus is decrepit and am soon to be barren?
I gave him the opportunity to trade me in for two 18 year olds. But then I reminded him that they would want to go clubbin’ all the time and he dances like he’s feeding chickens or having some kind of epileptic fit. They wouldn’t think that was sexy for very long. Nor would they understand his incessant need to talk about guns and scopes…or to stop on the side of a busy highway and shoot a groundhog. They just wouldn’t be DOWN with that.
I may be old but I understand him…and he understands me…even if he doesn’t know how old I am.
