Okay, I told my daughter, I can deal with turning 50...the only hard part is I will never look like this picture again. My daughter reminded me I never looked like this picture. And that looking like this would mean (a) my girlfriends probably hate me; (b) men use me for sex; and (c) I'd be more likely to be targeted by serial killers and stalkers. Just for a day, though, I wish I could have looked like this before I got old. I'm sorry, but I gotta grieve the lost possibilities.