On Getting Old...

I was walking through Target today and I realized something that I found to be somewhat disturbing.

Not too many years ago, when I saw an attractive woman walking through the store with a kid in tow, I would think to myself, "Wow, that chick is really hot... for a mom."

Nowadays, when I see an attractive woman walking through the store with a kid in tow, I think to myself, "Wow, that chick is really hot."

Also, I apparently use works like "nowadays".

It seems to me that being twenty-five-years-old is not what it was five years ago.