She was age 56 and she didn’t look her age.
Retired and in a relationship with a man much younger she found herself
trying to fill up her days while her partner was at work.
Her new schedule consisted of 2 days working with a personal trainer at
the local gym, an afternoon quilting class mid-week plus one day to be
devoted to weekly chores.
She pondered ‘what to do’ on the extra day.
Skimming through the senior center’s monthly newsletter she decided on
the activity, Bingo.
Now the fun begins for the gal who suffers from anxiety and depression,
who doesn’t know a soul at the senior center.
She signs in, purchases 4 Bingo cards to use. At twenty-five cents per card
she thinks this is quite a bargain for a morning of fun with potential for win.
As she scans the large room to find an empty table, a man arises from his seat
to question the Activity Director.
“What is she doing here?”
Answer to him: “Being age 56 she’s allowed as the minimum age requirement
is 55.”
At the end of the morning the Activity Director approached the new Bingo player
sharing the man’s inquisitiveness.
“Really, what woman claims to be older than her age”, a statement to which both
ladies shared a good chuckle.
The newbie was taken back a bit by the man’s question, one she’d heard before
in life, one which didn’t exactly sit well as who likes to feel unwanted without
valid reason.
It wasn’t her fault she looked younger in years; she’d led a healthy lifestyle.
To fix the issue the ‘older in years’ male had with her becoming a new member
she did a little ‘Tit-for-Tat’.
Each Thursday thereafter after purchase of her Bingo cards she made a point to
wish the man a cordial good morning followed by lovely day, 100% positivity.
True, twas a bit of quid pro quo. In retrospect, me thinks one’s gotta love the
woman’s tactics dealing with the squawker.
jaquintinwriter 
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