I'm about to be 67.
I've lived long enough to know people age one of two ways. They either become bitter and withdrawn or even hostile about being deprived of youth and good looks or they morph into roles not even they could have ever imagined they'd play. I know because I still wake up feeling 30 and see an old man in the mirror when I get to piss at 3am.
I hope all of you live as long or longer than I have and are able to step back from the flashing light urgent immediacy of current events to be able to see them in context of a lifetime and be able to say, "Oh, this shit again... I remember the last time this happened..."
At my age romance is irrelevant. I'm so old and wrinkled I wouldn't even date myself. Most happy hours at my favorite bar, I get a big laugh out of younger guys with part time jobs in the mall or fast food who try to act like they are attracted to me. Then.. between 8pm and 9... a tall 22 year old bronze curly headed stud comes in the bar, speaks to a few people then sits down beside me and says something like, "are you ready to go home or are we staying awhile, Papa?"
And with that.... the entire world makes perfect sense and falls into perfect order. Nothing in gay life or straight life prepared me for having a beautiful gay grandson... who depends on my approval before he marries a USN Lieutenant. The only reason he doesn't have it is I want to them to sweat it long enough to bolt and commit without my approval.
Yes, becoming old is far more rewarding than pretending you aren't.
Read this now or on my grave, "deos fui familiarissime otio. Illorum tamen paenituit, quidni futurum, germen at dii." I have fucked (and been fucked by) the gods of my era. The future belongs to those who come after me both mortals and gods."... From the drama Epicharmus by Quintus Ennius, 150 b.c.