|Back in my "young and pretty" days - 1998 - 20 years ago!|
Ah yes, here I am today at my 78th birthday.
How in the world did this happen?
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would reach this grand landmark. It wasn't that long ago when I turned 40 and I thought that was old.
Then before I knew it I crossed the half century mark at 50.
My 60th birthday slipped by and before I knew it I was 70. Wow!
Now I'm creeping up on 80. Just hard for me to believe. I am SO OLD.
I remember the first tryst I had in my early gay bar cruising adventures. I was 21 and he was 29. His name was Bob S. I saw him dancing at an after hours club. This was back in 1963 when one dressed up when one went Out. He was wearing a suit and shaking his slight body doing the Twist (remember that dance). While watching him he caught my eye watching him. He smiled, I smiled and then I asked him to dance. During our conversation he told me he was 29 years old. I remember thinking at that time "Man, you're old" but I really liked him so I suspended my revulsion at his "old age" and went for it, or him.
Of course over the years my attitude towards "old men" has changed significantly. Now I consider men who are in their Forties or Fifties "kids." I live with a 91 year old man. Pat (no explanation needed for my regular blog followers) is 70 years old. Just a young guy from my vantage point now.
I have to tell you folks the past 78 years have been quite a journey. I am and have been so fortunate.
After an early brush with death (17 years old) because of physician and hospital malpractice (contacted staph infection which my doctor failed to diagnose until it was almost too late), I've had a real roller coaster of a life. I used to say "I have no regrets" but on second thought I probably would do some things differently (like taking that first offer on our house in Pennsylvania), I am very happy with the way my life has turned out.
How many people can say they've been in a fifty-five year relationship with a loving partner? Someone who thinks the sun rises and sets on me? Oh sure, we've had our stressful times but what relationship hasn't?
How many people can say they have such a good friend like Pat, my Canadian Travel Buddy. Pat is like the younger, little brother that I never had even though I DO have two younger brothers.
I've mentioned this before many times in this blog but this bears mentioning again, I live in the home I've always wanted my whole life. I have an interesting part-time job even now at the grand old age of 78 that keeps me engaged, and helps to fund my profligate life-style.
I have my health issues but I'm still walking and thinking. Oh sure, my once head-turning looks don't stop conversation when I enter a room full of people like I used to thirty years ago but I still have my moments.
All in all it's been a good life for me folks. As a matter of fact, I've had a fantastic life folks and I'm not done yet.
Many more adventures on my horizon, of that I am sure.