Who Will You be When You Are 70?

[CarolineOh]

I am going to be that one bawdy Aunt that every family has, who makes vague double entendres at family functions, embarrasses the teenage relatives with risque remarks they don't quite get, and pinches the little kids cheeks just a little too hard.

Who will you be?

 

[Kitte]

When I am 70 I hope to be that eccentric woman that all the kids on the block love, sort of surrogate grandma to the world.

 

[Raina]

I'll probably be the crazy cat lady. The kids will talk in whispers when they walk past my house on the way to school, and dare each other to open the gate. Then I'll come out and chase them away by waving my cane at them.

I also figure I will look like my grandma, so I will probably wear big flowered mumuus that look lovely with my blue hair.

 

[patient1]

Based on current trends, myself, only moreso.

 

[Weird Harold]

Hopefully, I'll still be just an opinionated old fart.

 

[Guest]

 

[MNGuy]

My first post (Under this new name)

When I'm 70, I'll be . . . . . . worm food!!

 

[MNGuy]

Increasing my number of posts!

If I'm not worm food, then I will be a wise old man, who has seen a lot, and will pass on what I learned too another generation.

Or, I'll just be a dirty old man. Posting on a virtual literotica.com.

 

[Phoenyx]

Im gonna be a pervert chasing the ladies.

 

[TN_Vixen]

I'll be one of those old sun-spotted women with the huge ugly veins that stick out on their hands who pinch the cheeks of the great granchildren and whose lipstick bleeds into their upper lip, wears polyester suits and too much White Shoulders.

But I'll be able to bake cookies, cook fried chicken that'll make your mouth water, pat your butt and beat you in checkers any day of the week.

 

[Wiggles]

I'm going to have soft cheeks and big bluish hair. I'm going to spoil the grandkids and sit in the garden every morning.

-Or-

I'm going to chase around the old men in the nursing home, pinching their fannies. I'll also be the bingo caller.

 

[Jimi]

Well...

At 51. I'm about 14-1/2 in REAL years, so in 18.5 years, I should be 33 - that's cool, I can live w/ that...

 

[ksmybuttons]

When I Am An Old Woman

I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

"From Warning by Jenny Joseph "

Wait...I already do that stuff! I guess I will just have to be me only 20 years older...

 

[lisalove]

Holy..that's practically 40 years from now.

I'd like to think I'll be the crusty old gardening lady by day, and the blues-dancing old whore by night.

Oh and I might take a few interest university courses (you know they're free once you're a senior citizen).

 

[Lady_J]

I'll be 70, taking care of my 99 year old mother. She'll sit on the porch all day wearing giant, enormous sunglasses that cover half her head, and I'll yell at her from the kitchen where I'm canning beans or something similar. We'll watch Price is Right v.2.0, and talk about the good old days. There will always be cats around, and rose bushes, and lots of the neighborhood kids who come by because we feed them.

 

[Guest]

I'll be Marxist.

 

[Shy Tall Guy]

The way I am going - worm food.

 

[paganangel]

i've addressed this before

 

[MotorCitySam]

I am going to be that one bawdy Aunt that every family has, who makes vague double entendres at family functions, embarrasses the teenage relatives with risque remarks they don't quite get, and pinches the little kids cheeks just a little too hard.

Who will you be?

I will be the old man at the ballpark who says the ballplayers now are not as good as back in the day, and all the music kids listen to is junk.

 

[The Gimp]

At the rate I'm going I'll be fortunate to make it to 35 much less 70. The only way I'll make it to that age is if I end up like my grandfather as a man who's held rigidly in check by his overbearing wife.

 

[Cheyenne]

I don't know who I'll be at 70. Or 60, or 50. Every decade has been a surprise to me, and I don't expect that to change.

I do know that if I'm not healthy and enjoying life at 70, I hope I'm not here anymore.

 

[cesra]

One half of the nice old lesbian couple on the corner, who goes for walks hand in hand every evening. Who brings vegetarian food to every potluck and family dinner. Who'll reminisce sentimentally about music from the previous century. Who'll tell stories and jokes that makes everybody smile indulgently. Who occasionally rambles about the days when protesting various injustices in law and practice was still necessary. Who's still having incredible sex, even if it's not as athletic as it once was. Who's learned a lot and doesn't regret too much.

(edited for: grammar)

 

[nasty1]

Hopefully, I'll be Ray, from our Walmart. In other words...dirty old man.

 

[Dre]

I'm gonna be the creepy old lady with the cats. When the children aren't running from me and I'm not sitting on the porch swing with a shot gun under my blanket, I'm going to be knitting and baking cookies for my imaginary friends. Really, I'll be eating the cookies, so I'll be approximately 300 pounds.