These days I’m trying to figure out how I want to look as an older guy.
But I’m not gay.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that!
You see, I’ve begrudgingly begun to accept the fact that I have more than entered the “post-cute” phase of my existence here on the planet. I simply no longer have it within my power to be cute!
I can’t affect cute, I can’t imitate cute, I can’t in any manner conjure or implore cute. True, I can think cute and I can even act cute, but I can never again BE CUTE!
So, I’m spending an inordinate amount of time checking out plus 60 year old guys in an effort to figure out which one among them whose looks aren’t liable to cost anyone their lunch I may best repackage myself into resembling. It’s a daunting task.
And when you tend to spend your time staring intently at a lot of men, well, some may quite naturally think you’re looking to find a partner for Sunday brunch with waffles and ice cream followed by an afternoon of antiquing.
“That’s not a bad looking man,” I thought to myself the other day while staring excessively at an older dude who looked a bit like the actor Donald Sutherland. Yep, distinguished gray beard, professorial look, and I think … uh … he just winked at me!
Wondering how I might look in a very gray beard, I realized I’d probably more closely resemble Roy Rogers' sidekick Gabby Hayes than DonaldSutherland.
“Hi,” said the professorial chap as he cheerily approached me. “Couldn’t help but notice you looking me over!”
“Oh, uh, hi,” I said. “I have to tell you I’m not gay.
“Nor am I,” said pseudo - Sutherland. “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Didn’t want to disappoint me? No, Hawkeye, I only want to resemble you, notride you like a steer!
A bit later, I began scrutinizing a rather regal looking oldster with intriguing facial structure a la a less dissipated Malcolm McDowell.
He gave me a quizzical look, then a smile.
“I’m not gay,” I assured him as he sidled on up to me. “I just wanted to see if maybe I could affect cheekbones like yours with a bit of make-up."
“Don't be upset, my friend,” he replied warmly. “I am gay, very nice to meet you!”
“Oh … oh... good," I stammered. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Uhh, umm ... meeting any nice gay guys?"
Unflappable as usual. "I'm flattered you want to look like me," he said, "but you shouldn't worry. You look just fine."
Not only did he turn out to be a very nice guy, he even let me take his picture so I could review it later with my stylist. I hope he meets a lot of nice gay guys going forward.
Frankly I’ve just got to get better at all this surreptitious scrutinizing. Or maybe just accept the fact that however I look is how I’m gonna look?
Hey, check out that guy over there! Looks like the older Cary Grant!