Day 36: Impression

One of the good things about growing older is that you have more good friends. Yesterday, my husband emails me about his drinks in Switzerland with a friend of mine who reads my blog - thanks, Brian! Today, I lunch with friends and receive a call from another friend in Beverly Hills who also read my blog - thanks, Jeff! Almost everyday, I get calls or emails from friends commenting on my blog. The funniest was from a college friend who was surprised that I could write. Admittedly, I was not the most studious in college. Back then, my cute looks carried me about 70% of the way. Now, that my looks are not what they used to be, I suppose my other potentials have made their way to the surface.

Speaking of looks, it is ironic that some people don't have the looks that are expected of them. Sarkozy should be 6 ft tall, but he is about a foot shorter. I used to talk to someone all the time who has a great voice and a dashing name to go with it. The first time I saw him, I am ashamed to say I did a double take. In fact, now that I think of it, I recall more than a few incidents like this. This is the reason I don't watch movies of books I read. I form an impression of the characters and hate to see it destroyed. I suppose this is also why people don't see their high school sweethearts twenty years later.