I'll be 31 in a couple months. Ever since I turned 30 this whole age thing has me thinking.
I meet folks and when I find out that they are 30,31,32 I often find myself wondering if I look as old as they do.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to spend a few hours at VT. I found myself walking around campus with a beer belly, aviator glasses, and obviously not dressed the part.
As I strolled around campus glancing at a plethora of tight young bodies that I will never get to experience every again in this life, it struck me...
I am "that guy". You know, the creepy old guy that ogles the porcelain skin beauties as they walk by.