We, are we all much older than we imagine?

A friend sent me a few photos, asking me to find a partner for the man in the photos.

The man has good conditions: a leader and a university professor. Divorced, wealthy, without burdens.

The requirements for the woman are: below forty, must have a respectable profession. No other requirements.

When I saw the photos, I thought to myself: at such an age, still wanting someone below forty.

So I asked: Does he want to have children?

My friend said: It can be done or not, depending on the woman's willingness. Anyway, he is still considered young, he can afford to raise another child.

Considered young?

I looked closely at the man's photo and felt he was over sixty.

But comparing with the conditions, it seems he is indeed not retired.

So I asked: What year was he born?

Answer: 1978.

Me: ...

I looked closely at the photo again: actually, his physique is not bad, because one of the photos he sent me is a fitness photo, clearly showing six-pack abs; he also looks decent, because another photo is a work photo, with a square face, very dignified.

I doubted my judgment and showed it to two friends, both said he looks fifty or sixty.

Only one little friend said: This is an uncle, not a grandpa.

I asked the little friend: How can you tell?

She said: His hair is all black. White hair is for grandpas.

I suddenly felt an ominous sensation: Is it that we each are much older than we imagine in our hearts, much older than how we look in beauty filters...

Ah, it's too scary.