Watched (please don’t judge) “The millionaire matchmaker” yesterday. Mostly for an educational purpose, to show what kind of of partner the boys should and shouldn’t choose. But also because there’s NOTHING else to watch a Saturday night…
Anyway, one of the male millionaires was 45. 5 minutes after my own mental reflection the Mr expressed loudly:
“Is that guy 45? I will be that in 2.5 years! I don’t look that old. Do I?”
No, we don’t. Or at least I don’t feel close to 45 (what ever that means). I feel I’ more like the bachelors in “The “Bachelorette” than 45.
I know. It’s sad. Or not.
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