Back to the post 365 to 30…
Speaking of age. We were speaking of age, weren’t we? Anyway, as a young person I saw many people troubled by their age. My grandmother would absolutely not let me see her driver’s license because she did not want anyone to know how old she was. My reaction to all this phobia about age led me to a system that has worked very well over the years.
After I turned 25 I began answering the question about how old I was by rounding up to 30. Then, when I reached 30 I was easy to say because I had five years of practice. It also had the advantage of people saying how well I looked when I said I was 30 and I was anywhere from 5 to 1 year younger. That continued with the pattern of when I turned 30 I told people I was 35 and so on. It really was an easy way to slide into the older milestones and people were really beginning to complement me on my looks when I was 50 and said I was 55.
I heard this tactic reinforced in a different sort of way by my brother-in-law who was quite a flirt anyway. As he aged and began to decline in health, he would always ask people to guess how old he was. They might guess or they might get out of guessing, but he would always answer by saying he was 100 or 98 or some other usually much higher number than he really was. He would say, “I look pretty good for 100 don’t I?” People had to agree. He also cheated at Wahoo.