When my three friends and I went to the Carnival in Binche together we entertained the whole train compartment and not even on purpose. We were just discussing amongst other subjects what kind of men were on the market actually for them. (I am the only one still married and start to think that I earn a golden medal for that).
We came to the conclusion that the choice was not very big, or fat or bald or both, there were only very few once well conserved, to make it worthwhile to start cooking, washing and ironing for a men again.
The young men and girls all students in the compartment laughed their heads off and we quickly became very popular. On the streets it wasn't better especially for me because of my orange wig. Young men who saw me from the back tried to carry me with them and to push me into a café to offer me a drink, but then when I turned around and they saw me from the front, they laughed and called me the funniest granny they had ever seen, and wanted to keep me with them as a sort of mascot.
I don't know if it was my laughter and my joking or just the orange wig, but I
came to the conclusion that this French proverb is very true :
"She looks from the backside "lycee" (highschool)
and from the front "musée" (museum)"
This fact made me thoughtful only for a minute because I feel as if I am sitting in the wrong body which doesn't fit with my mind anymore !
But I think this is still better than looking "young" like a caucasian with a stretched facelifted chinese face, feeling old and counting booboos, then having fun and enjoy life with a few wrinkles in the face !