You know when women simper and say, “Oh, I’m just a child at heart…”
It’s usually to explain why they still like coloring books, or as part of an attempt to convince a date they’re not boring. If a man says it, it’s usually to preface some pointless/reckless act, like jumping a motorcycle over something.
Well, I just realized that I’m the complete opposite of this.
I am an old man at heart.
It was kind of a startling realization, especially considering I came to it over our honeymoon, but I’m actually pretty comfortable with the classification. Why?
Reason #1: They Like Old Books
On our honeymoon, I was enraptured with this old book shop in Lisbon. I made us go back there at least twice, and spent the better part of $100 on the masterpieces within. I took a photo with the intention of writing a blog post on how amazing it is, then realized the only person in it was this old dude.
Mmmm probably not great for a twenty-something blog?
But hey, I think these old guys know what’s up. What’s not to love about an old bookstore?
But seriously, is this not the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?
Reason #2: Port Is Actually Delicious
I always thought Port was like whiskey — something exclusively reserved for old men. Port might just be the classier of the two.
You know — people drink whiskey in bars, but Port is something Mycroft Holmes would drink in the Diogenes Club while reading War and Peace.
But while picking up wine one night, they were giving out samples of Portugal’s national beverage. We thought, why not try it?
Ummm — it tasted like juice, which is frankly the highest compliment I can give an alcoholic beverage.
I kind of feel like I’ve been deceived, led to believe this is a drink I wouldn’t like based on my age and gender. So not true.
Reason #3: They Don’t Like Being Jostled
Traveling is bliss, but man, airports are the worst. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a scant fraction over 5 feet tall, but people seem to think that since I don’t exist at their eye level, I don’t exist period. Eager not to have their bags gate-checked, they push and lean on me like I might disappear with the right amount of pressure.
I mean, I don’t even like being around a bunch of randos, let alone be pushed around by them. Every time I leave an airport I’m harrumphing like a man three times my age.
Reason #4: They Have Good Style:
Perhaps I’m the only person who’s comforted by the smell of leather-bound books and fine cigars (well, minus the cigars actually), but I kinda like the cozy, intellectual style cultivated by old men.
Yes, it needs to brightened up a bit. I’m a big fan of the lighter woods in particular, which is in total contrast to the dark mahoganies preferred by my emotional counterparts.
When decorating our current apartment, we went with the “farmhouse chic” vibe for everything, basically trying to turn our place into an episode of Fixer Upper.
We just bought a house, and decided to go for “old man chic” this time around — merge the books and coziness with brighter wood/accents. I might do a full post on this actually. And remember, if old man chic becomes the next design trend, you read it here first!
Kind of a startling realization to come to on your honeymoon, but honestly, I’d rather be an old man than a child any day. Let’s hope the new hubs feels the same way!