All that fun stuff is gone. Hot chicks. That early dance. Having your barista tell you that girl you talk to wanted me to give you her number. Walking over for happy hours and getting the eye from some hot group of friends. Not having to wait for late night wounded antelopes. Having your pick.
Then going to soccer dressed in plain clothes. Playing in cleats or flats untied. You see that
@larsIU. Oh wow. The guy in a black Flagg t shirt with his shoes untied just wrecked the game.
Now. Gerd. Tooth aches. Random pains. Zero sexting options. . Just random texts from exes to remind me how crummy they still think I am. Invitations to play walking soccer. An actual thing. Aging ain’t easy