Today I am thankful that I am a geezette.
That changed when I hit about 30. I realized that if I put on 15 pounds men stopped smacking my ass. My life improved immeasurably at that point.
Now, I'm old and can run around in public without being whistled at. I guess I can finally drop that final twenty pounds.
Even old and fat, I still get the occasional free drink though. I don't know why.
Love ya,
S.