Anti-wrinkle Cream

Do I need it, at just 26? Maybe…at least that’s all I can think since older guys asking me out seems to be a trend not just a once in a while mistake. And not high school older where they’re like a whole two years older, but like oh I don’t know…more along the lines of they were finishing college while I was in nappies older.

Being 26 and dating (or not dating) is awful! I CAN NOT tell how old people are, and can’t get over the idea that I could conceivable date someone in their late 30s which means that they’re almost 40, and I remember when my parents were in their 30s and watched “30 Something”, it’s just terrifying. Plus, I feel like an ageist snob, and how do you tell a guy that even though he’s exactly what would look good on paper for you: outdoorsy, a community leader, volunteers all the time, sweet, enthusiastic, never married before but would like to settle down in a few years, owns gorgeous land, loves to travel…that you won’t go out on a date because you think that he may be too old (but really you have no clue how old he might be)? Hmmmmmmmmmmm

And I know I’m not alone in this. An alarming pattern has surfaced among my single girl friends of being asked out by much older guys who don’t see a problem with the fact that they have grandchildren and we still have grandparents that we visit.

So anti-wrinkle cream seems to be the only logical solution (but it’s not that logical since I don’t think I have wrinkles yet, but I do have some gray hairs so maybe I should pluck those), or maybe I just need to act even younger. Nope I’ve got it, I’m just going to become a nun until I’m in my 50s and then dating someone in their 70s might not seem so extreme?

Golden Glasses

Forget looking at the world through rose colored glasses. I’m a runner and all I see is gold. No not the gold medal kind (finishers medal is just fine with me), but truly seeing the world with a golden glow.

I ran around Lady Bird Lake today and took the trail less traveled, aka east of IH-35. I managed to loose the trail twice, but the pain of those mishaps vanished when I was running with the sun on my back and a golden glow surrounded me. The sun filtered through the amber cypress and sycamore leaves (I’ll take fall colors whenever they get here…even if we had to wait until December) and glistened off the water on both sides of the trail.

I wish I could have captured the light to give all of you some running motivation, but trust me it’s worth it. “My” patch of sycamores/bald cypress is on the north side of the lake between the old Holly Power Plant and Pleasant Valley. There’s also another beautiful section of bald cypress on the south shore behind the Austin American Statesman offices.

Happy trails to you…