I turned 48 this year. Yet, I’ve been a member of AARP (Association for the Advancement of Retired Persons), an advocacy group for people age 50 and over, since 2006. When I became a member, I had just turned 46. With social security fast on its way to bankruptcy, I doubt I’ll ever retire, so why did AARP choose to add me to its rank and file in 2006? Because that’s the year my wife, Cecie, turned 50.
I have no regrets about having married an “older woman.” My older woman is wiser, more fun loving, more beautiful, and more energetic than most of the women I’ve met who are my age and younger.
My beef is with AARP. Just because Cecie turned 50 doesn’t make me 50. I feel old enough as is. Not so long ago, I could run six miles and barely break a sweat. Now, I have to run/jog and can barely make it 2.5 miles before I collapse. I don’t need to be carrying around an AARP card in my wallet as a constant reminder of how old I’m getting.
I’ll hit 50 soon enough, no need to rush it, AARP!
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If it makes you feel better, I was sent an application to join, along with a temporary membership card, when I was 24. I still carry that temporary membership card they gave me just so I can tell people I’m a “card carrying member” of the AARP.
24?! Soon, they’ll be issuing membership cards at the same time the feds give newborns their social security cards.
I keep getting solicitations and offers to join AARP, since I am the same age as you lovely wife -So far I’ve resisted I’m going to stomp my feet and say – I won’t grow up, I won’t grow up I won’t grow up – because I always thought AARP was an acronym for Already Approaching Resting in Peace