In my old age, I find myself “appreciated,” I think, by a younger man. It’s nothing of any consequence, but I’m flattered and a bit confused in my aged brain. A month or more ago, he called me gorgeous. Yes, he said gorgeous…to me, the old gal with the white hair and a few years on her frame. I thought it was just a display of kindness to “a woman of a certain age.” Is this guy a jerk? But again, I don’t know… I don’t know anything and this kind of stuff is so foreign to me now.

But there have been queries of a personal nature and comments about his own personal “tragedy.” This would be a normal conversation between two people, nothing unusual, except for the circumstances that present the opportunity to converse. “I know you don’t like men and you hate ‘hillbillies,’ don’t you?” “Do you read a lot?” “How old are your children?” “Where did you park your car?” “Do you know where you left this book?” “I watched you drive away and the book fell off your car…I ran out to catch you, but you were gone…” That means he was watching me as I left.That's interesting... and “Hello, beautiful!” So…what does this mean?

Perhaps he is confused. Maybe I’m confused… I should be living in the moment…I will live in the moment and appreciate the kindness. I am…I will…I'm going to sit back, laugh and enjoy this!