Age is in the Eye of the Beholder

I went to see the new movie “Mamma Mia” the other day. Yes, there is a high cheese factor, and the singing is not that great, but Pierce Brosnan takes his shirt off. (Those over 40 are now imagining something they shouldn’t; those under 40 are grossing out.) I’m in the former group, which is why I say “I’m old.” While a much younger woman might be drooling over the 20-year-old hottie about to marry the young starlet of the movie, I barely noticed him. I found myself noticing the three men who were potential candidates for her daddy dearest. Strike one for oldness reality.

The neighbors that asked me to go – which I greatly appreciated, gave me a chance to get to know these women – have grown children. I’m guessing they’re in their late 40s or possible early 50s. And they saw me as one of their peers. Strike two for oldness reality.

I knew all the songs – remembered most of them from the first time they came out. Strike three!