I will begin to have a semi-regular series called “Signs I’m Getting Older”.  I understand I’m not the oldest person reading this blog but as a 35-year old I can start to relate to some signs of Old Fogy-ness.  Let’s reiterate – I’m only dipping my toe into old age.  I want to be at least 50 before I consider myself knee-deep in the pool.

While getting my haircut yesterday, the young Asian woman initiated the following conversation as she was finishing up with my haircut.  The “#2” reference refers to the razor level I have them use for trimming the sides and back of my head.

[Her] “You have very beautiful color hair.”

[Me] “Thank you.  I used to have really light hair like my daughter but now it’s getting darker.”

[Her] “It’s good you also get the #2 on the sides.  Your short, light hair hides the grey coming in.”

[Me]

I still tipped her well since she did a great job but she definitely said the male equivalent of telling a woman that she’s gained a little bit of weight.