They didn't make 'em like that when I was their age

Both S and I are sitting in the same coffee shop we normally meet in. The sun is shining across the side windows and catches on our faces. We’re talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It takes us no time to start chatting about sex.

"I don’t know about you," I say to S, "but I don’t know what is up with the kids these days."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replies, not knowing where I'm going with the conversation.

"They didn’t look like that when I was their age. I don’t even look like that now." There’s a pause while I take a sip of my coffee. "And I don’t know if I’m just horny, or what, but these kids are hot."

"Uh huh. I know what you mean." S raises his eyebrows, mischievously.

It’s true. Back when I was in high school, the only thing I saw was a bunch of pimply-faced kids, with bad haircuts and even worse fashion choices. I won’t even go into the realm of body-types because almost everyone wore baggy clothing.

Nowadays, kids are using grooming products, getting their hair done (with highlights) and wearing clothes that fit. And, on top of that, they’re joining the gym and working out with regularity. That would’ve never happened when I was in high school.

Then again, it’s not like I’m an old man. I might not be able to pass for a kid from high school, but I can sure pass for a university freshman.