My friends tell me that now I have reached the stage of life that can be best described by the French saying "une femme d'un certain age" (a woman of a certain age). I suppose this means I can no longer wear mini skirts and short-shorts without looking ridiculous.
I tried the suit, in its strictest, mannish form, for a day at the office. Just a shirt and brogues. Walking down the street, I missed the sound of my heels. No "clickity clack" while walking, no swaying, no teetering. My steps were quick and paced like a metronome.
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I'm better looking than the average man my age. On the other hand, that's not really saying much. The average man my age looks like a piece of dogsh*t.