Growing Old

I may not know if I want to have children or get married, but I do know that I can't wait to grow old. I want to be a spazzy old lady who has no filter and says whatever is on her mind, much like the grandma in Wedding Crashers or The Wedding Singer. I want to wear extravagant costumes and put on every piece of jewelry that I own and be nicknamed Madame Bijoux (Lady Jewelry). I want to throw amazing dinner parties for my friends and lunch with ladies who wear large hats. I want to sit at a bar all day and write poems....much like this old man I met last summer while in Spain.


In Spain last summer, I walked into a bar with one of my male friends and ordered a glass of wine. I was chatting with Mike about what we were going to eat later that evening, after the businesses opened again after siesta when this old, adorable man scuttled over to us and handed me a napkin. He didn't speak a word to me, just handed me the napkin and smiled and then went back to the corner of the bar where he had been hiding. I looked down at the napkin and he had written me a love poem in Spanish. Neither Mike nor I spoke a word of Spanish, but I was deeply flattered. I was bragging to Mike about how I must have been so beautiful to this little old man that I inspired him to write a poem about me. I was his muse! My confidence was through the roof and I made sure to hold on to the napkin.


The Poem reads:

Esta vestida de azul y celeste  como el color del cielo y es tan guapa y binda como lo es el firmamento 

I think that it translates to this: This dress of blue and heavenly as the color of the sky and is so good-looking and binda like the firmament it is


I do not know what binda or firmament mean and it's possible that I can't read his handwriting, but nevertheless I was this man's muse. About 5 minutes later, another couple walks into the bar. Sure enough, the little old man gets up and hands the lady a napkin as well. THE LITTLE PIMP!!! Regardless of these women being accompanied by men he has the audacity to hit on the women. I was a bit heartbroken as I noticed the third time he gave away napkins that I was not inspiring. I often wonder if my poem is unique to me as I was wearing a blue dress that day, but I will never know. 


My point of the story is that I want to be that little old man who hits on every girl that walks into the bar. I can't wait for the confidence to walk up to strangers without worrying about being nervous. Growing old is going to be awesome because I am going to make it awesome. You are more than welcome to join me at the bar in 40 years and hit on the hot studs. Bring a large hat and a pen!