You Know You’ve Matured When…

Sixty-two is a comfortable age. Most days I feel every year of it, but occasionally I believe I could still dance ’til all hours with no morning after consequences. Still other days I might as well be crocheting blankets in an assisted living facility. Such is life at 62.

Now maturity is a different matter altogether. Even though I’m nearing the 63 mark, I don’t often act or feel mature. I still enjoy roller coasters and haunted houses. I tell juvenile jokes and delight in Studly Doright’s goofy charm.

Yesterday, though, I realized that I might have turned a corner in the maturity game.

We had an issue with our satellite feed and had to call a service guy out to fix it. In retrospect, this man was extremely good looking: Tall with broad shoulders, high cheekbones, long dark hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, chiseled features. Kind of the whole physical package.

(Similar to the guy below, but fully clothed.)

But what did I notice during his visit? That he tracked in dirt with his size 12 boots. I was too busy cleaning up behind him to notice how hot he was until after he’d left. What the heck happened to me?

After the guy was gone I told Studly Doright how miffed I was that the service man had left dirt on my carpets. He gave me a hug and said, “That’s my girl.” I’m not sure how to take that.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

19 thoughts on “You Know You’ve Matured When…”

  1. That is just too awesome! Me? I get excited because I get to talk to another adult for a few minutes. I was ready for my HVAC guy to be my new bestie when he talked to me about the fact that his aunt wrote romance novels.

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      1. Wow! We ended up with an amazing company after our AC died last year. We found them after weeding through several that were absolute crap, including the one we’d been on a maintenance program with that refused to come out in the middle of a heat wave. So, I’m not sure it is just Florida and we got stupidly lucky.

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  2. That made me laugh. Funny how things change. Whenever my wife buys clothes, she asks how they look and I’m really thinking – “Wait, is that Linen? Because I’m going to have to watch out for that when I do laundry.”

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