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Mid life crisis redux

15 years ago when a young woman looked at me, I actually thought that I must be cool.

Today when three young (relatively speaking) girls turned around and looked at me, I could read their minds – look at that fat, bald guy dipping his bread in his Wild Mushroom soup and his two cold coffees. (The soup was being dipped, the cold coffees were being sipped)

The mid life crisis bit. When I realized that I was fairly comfortable being the fat bald guy with two cold coffees and his serving of wild mushroom soup.