Ancient awakenings post from me:
"> From: "Dan O'Dea" <danodea@mindspring> >I still don't have
> >crows feet or laugh lines, so I only worry about my age when hanging out
> >with people who are much younger.
HEY! I do, what of it? (Laugh lines, that is. They're not strong, but they
are there. I figure it's a good thing, because it means I laugh more than
average, if I got them so soon in life.)"
Mind this is October 1999, when I was barely 21.
Nothing has changed. (to quote an mst3k icon out there)
By which I mean, I can't speak for
danodea, but my own wrinkles have only gotten barely stronger since then, and it's pretty much the same ones - laugh lines. I'm 28.5 and I still get carded. People seem still to have no good idea what age I really am. I don't think people mistake me for a teenager anymore, as they used to, but then I've not recently asked. OTOH I am noticing more silver hairs now and then, but I think they are cool. I yank them out so I can look at them and verify they are silver, not because I don't want them in my head.