Nope, I’m fairly mellow. The older I get, the less I care about what other people think about me. That’s THEIR problem, not mine.
Why this rage, dearie? Where does it come from?
“Stacies” are barely real. They are the poor deluded women who think they have to change themselves to be acceptable.
To my knowledge, the two “Stacies” in my life are single, because the male colleagues pity them, and don’t like their artificial looks, at all.
Hubby and me, and his parents, went to Majorca a couple of years ago. We selected an Adult Hotel, i.e. no teenagers having parties. Hubby and me were around 47 back then, and were probably the YOUNGEST at the hotel. The lifeguard walked around the pool, ogling the septuagenarians, and “played” with himself. He probably noticed that hubby and me were together, and never made a pass at me, THANKFULLY ENOUGH!
In short, you HAVE the same genes as everyone else, basically. What you lack is social skills, being pleasant, LIKING people. You’re probably more like that creepy lifeguard, playing with himself in public…