I lived with a young woman when we were about 20. She became friends with another woman in the building who was about our age, possibly a year or two older. The three of us hung out frequently, did whatever 20-somethings do, and she had dinner with us occasionally. Then one day she brought her husband, who was in his sixties, and looked every day of it. As clueless as I was at 20, I can still remember his discomfort and awkwardness as he tried to get through the evening with three kids in their early 20's. Even then I could almost hear in my head the argument he lost that put him in our living room. As a person older now than he was then, I can better imagine his pain. It was funny then--one look at the two of them told the whole story.