Ceera
10-08-2016, 03:04 PM
I was at a dance the night before last - a monthly 'ladies night' event sponsored by our local gay bar and nightclub. I was wearing a black sleeveless blouse with an asymmetrical hem, and a mid-thigh length black skirt, with black stockings and black knee-high boots with 3" heels. I'd been having a nice chat and danced a few times with a 20-something lady, and she decided to ask my age. I smiled at her and said I'd tell her, but I wanted her to try to guess, first.
She looked at me carefully, and ventured, "Mid 30's?"
I smiled and said, "Thank you!"
"Mid 40's, then?" she guessed.
I smiled again and whispered in her ear, "I'm 59, dear."
"Wow! You really look a lot younger than that!" she said.
We continued to enjoy dancing and chatting for the rest of the evening, and I felt pretty good about myself.
She looked at me carefully, and ventured, "Mid 30's?"
I smiled and said, "Thank you!"
"Mid 40's, then?" she guessed.
I smiled again and whispered in her ear, "I'm 59, dear."
"Wow! You really look a lot younger than that!" she said.
We continued to enjoy dancing and chatting for the rest of the evening, and I felt pretty good about myself.