Until about 1.5 weeks ago, I worked as the fitness floor supervisor of an upscale CT gym. Membership there consists of mostly well-to-do folks of varying ages; the majority of the folks I worked with during my shifts were retirees and senior citizens.
At least once per shift (and I'm not kidding), someone would comment on my appearance - complimenting me on my flawless complexion, my fit/trim physique, my "enviable" height, my hair, and the like. Men and women alike - all oldsters, mind you - asked if I modeled; when I told them that the modeling industry considers girls my age far too old to begin a modeling career (I *may* be full of sh1t, though, I dunno...haven't really investigated lately
), they scoffed and told me that I ought to head right down to NYC and get myself an agent.
I know I've posted this elsewhere at WP, but when it comes to guys near to my own age (or much younger, which is what I prefer)...well, I could wait - and actually *have* waited - effing years to receive so much as a compliment, or a glance, or even a smile. I might as well not even exist to men under 65. As I've lamented in other threads, guys don't even speak to me, let alone ask me out. I've been alone for most of my adult life, as a result.
Does that mean, then, that I'm only attractive to old people, and that my "looks," such as they are, exist in some sort of vacuum? I don't get it...and it's gotten REALLY old.

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