I’m old enough to be your father. I don’t mean your biological father, but if your parents got divorced and your mother decided to start dating and eventually marry a much younger, better looking guy, then that would be me. I’m him.
Strangers often stop me and say, “You’re really beautiful. You could be a model,” and I say, “Wow, thank you so much. That means a lot coming from somebody who could obviously never be a model unless a company needed to take pictures of a wet bag of trash for an advertisement and, for some reason, it was cheaper to hire a person who looks like that rather than actually get a real soaking wet garbage bag full of rotting food and glass shards.”