We are born. And then we have mid-life crises. Of course, there's a lot in between. But right now, everyone that I know between 40 and 50, is thinking, as David Byrne thought, "How did I get here?"
We want to remember, "In your eyes, the light, the heat," and how we felt watching John Cusack woo Ione Skye in "Say Anything." "In your eyes, I am complete."
We don't want to think, "Is this it?"
We still want our romance. Hell, I want that "Sixteen Candles'" birthday cake, to kiss cutie pie Jake. He can hand me my panties any day. (Remember: "My little brother paid a buck to see your panties.")
Here's a question I'll throw your way: What keeps you young? What keeps you romantic? What keeps you bouncing and hopping and loving life? Lay it on me!