Reversion in Old Age

Let’s let it be known that I’m not exactly old; infact, it’s been said that I look like a 20 year-old. I’ll take the compliment, thanks!

In my spring chicken years I was a slight in-your-face kind of girl: when I met someone new, I’d leave knowing their name, where they’re from and maybe their telephone number. Maybe. Naturally I’m talking about ladies here – guys… sorry, no! I’ve always been fun-loving – having a great time with great people is always something to write home about, but as I inch close to my 3-0’s I’m noticing a reversion that is niggling at me ever so slightly.