As I passed the mirror this morning I decided to stop and have a look at myself. You may be aware that I don't normally look at myself. This is because too much of a good thing is, so they say, not healthy. But anyway, everything in moderation, so I took a good long look.
What particularly struck me today was how extremely pleasing on the eye my face looks. This despite the fact that I am in my sixty fifth year. The youthful image that looked back at me so admiringly, got me thinking.
So I have made a decision. I am going to knock ten years off my real age. From now on, whenever anyone asks, I am going to declare myself to be fifty five. Nobody ever believes I am sixty five anyway. The usual response when I tell people how old I am is a disbelieving, "Never John. Get out of here. You have got to be kidding me?"
Blessed. That's what I am. Blessed with good looks and youthful genes. Of course this does have it's drawbacks. The main one being that I am constantly pursued by woman, and rarely get a moments peace from them. Tonight is a rare exception, and I am sitting writing this in bed, on my own, purely because I decided to take a break and restore my batteries. Naturally if I wanted female company it would not be a problem for me to get some. Company I mean.
By knocking these ten years from my age I do believe that I shall, when I do finally reach old age, be able to add them back. This will then give me ten more years to live. I shall then have an even greater chance of living to my target age of one hundred and twenty years. Fantastic!
So look out ladies, this good looking fella' has still got another lifetime to go.
Have you taken a good look in the mirror lately? Go on have a look. You might like what you see. Don't wear your glasses though. Sometimes things look much better if they are a little blurred, or soft focus as I prefer to think of it.