Saving The Best For Last




Of all the things I have been accused of over the years, none of them has ever been that I was good looking.  On a scale of one to ten, I was simply a participant.  Not that it ever really bothered me, since I noticed that not only good looking guys got the girls. We had a few of our high school football players that wouldn’t win any contests for looks either, but, they were football players, and football players dated cheerleaders.  I didn’t play football.

Another means toward popularity was to have your own car or chum with someone that did.  A lot of my classmates drove cars.  This gave you a distinct advantage of over those that well, didn’t, like me.

And, being from a small town, we had the old railroad track syndrome.  A lot of my classmates lived on the West Side, which was very nice.  I know that because a had a couple of paper routes over there.  Residency on that side of town almost guaranteed you admittance into the popular circles.

I never gave my looks a lot of thought, other then making sure that I looked presentable when I went out.  And of course vanity dictated that I thought I looked better then I probably did.  Just like the kids today, I wore the teen uniform of the day.  Low riding jeans (not as low as today) with a wide garrison belt buckled on the side instead of the front.  Pink and gray shirts were in and I had a couple of those.  And we wore penny loafers and a type of shoe called a snapjack.  Our hair was slicked into a modified DA (if you lived it, you know what a DA is) and we combed and recombed it frequently.  However, it seems that none of these things advanced my cause in the girl department.

Back then I was a bit of an introvert anyway.  I didn’t have very many conversations with girls.  We just didn’t talk.  I just assumed that it was because I was not a good looking guy that played football, had his own car and lived on the West Side. No big deal.  However, like everyone else, I wanted to think I was attractive to the opposite sex and rationalized that no one is going to just walk up to you and say “has anyone ever told you that you’re handsome”?  Of course not.  They might think it, or not.

As the years passed and I matured, I still held out hope that the graying temples and the character lines (wrinkles) in my face would add some flair, but it didn’t seem to make a difference, and since I was by now happily married to a pretty lady that saw something in me beyond looks, I didn’t much care.

So why do I bring this up now?  Because, the other morning I was walking my dogs when I met a neighbor walking his.  We chatted for a while and ultimately the conversation turned to paying taxes.  That was when he asked me if I was to the point where I had to take annual distributions from my IRA (over 70 1/2 years old).  I laughed and told him that I would be turning 77 this year.  He looked at me and said “wow, you sure are well preserved”.  And there it is.  Maybe, not handsome, or good looking, or even “you have a pleasant face”.  I am well preserved.  I suspect that is as good as it gets and I’ll take it.  In retrospect, I wonder how “well preserved” those football guys are.  Just sayin.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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9 Responses to Saving The Best For Last

  1. So funny. 🙂 Well preserved:) LOLOL


  2. GP Cox says:

    You won at last!!


  3. George says:

    Enjoy the preservation compliment. It could be much worse…:)


  4. Sonya Kassam says:

    Oh I never heard a compliment like that before. Cheers to preservation 🙂 That surely is a great photo & what a charming smile!


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