He looked over at me, then reached out and patted my hand. "You know," he said fondly, "you are my trophy wife."
I laughed. "Trophy wives are young," I said.
"That's what I mean," he replied. "You look young."
This proves several things:
- Near vision deteriorates with age (he wasn't wearing his bifocals).
- "Nevah, nevah, nevah give up!" (Quote attributed to Winston Churchill, though I don't believe he was talking about a 57-year-old woman's quest to remain attractive despite crow's feet and a double chin).
- Growing old together might not be as bad as I thought.