The last fellow to look my way twice, three..four times, was 16 years younger than me.
That was a year ago.
Tonight it’s another long, late night at my Mac pushing out messages for a client. On a powder room break a few minutes ago, I came face to face with a mirror. A very big mirror.
I could have said (and may have), “What the hell happened in just a year?”
Instead I’ve decided to think the reflection in the mirror was my Doriane Gray portrait.
Let the reflection age away. I’m still as young as I ever felt!