I think I looked hot about forty years ago, for a couple of years. Now I've aged into anonoymity. Which is cool for walking through life being ignored.

Yay for me!

I'm clearly not a part of your world and thus you probably won't listen to my advice.

This may not be apropos but when my first husband died at 49, he regretted wasting so much time watching wrestling.

Something to think about.