Along with my second half-century maturity (!) came a little insight.
It arrived in the mail along with my application to join some kind of “Seniors” organization. Bah humbug.
The insight should have occurred to me long ago, but youth has blindness to such matters – species continuation relies upon ego and lack of self-assessment.
Anyway. The point I’m circling is best defined with the following question:
Would I date me? (If I were a woman, that is.)