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She’s just an old notch on a young belt.

We had our first parade of the season yesterday: Pride Hamilton. Or maybe it was Hamilton Pride. Either way, it was very small. They didn’t even close the whole road – just one direction of traffic so in most spots where people had parked in the right lane, we were marching in the left lane with oncoming traffic in the adjacent lane to where we marched.
As the temperature as a hot 20-something, we were drinking a lot of water on the parade route and sucking back some ice chunks every time we had a break in the routine.
Now, for one of the two routines, we all have a partner marching beside us. My partner is Jerry an older, more experienced twirler. The DS is partnered with a younger newcomer to ROTC, let’s call her "E". E and her partner, K, joined this season. They are both 25 and married to each other. It’s all very cute, says me, the cynical oldtimer.
At some point during the parade, the DS had an ice chip in her mouth and E decided she was so hot and dehydrated, she really had to have that ice chip. The DS positioned it halfway out of her mouth and when E took it out of her mouth, their lips touched.
After the parade, E asked the DS exactly how old she was. She did NOT want to know because she was so impressed that the DS was in such great shape and outmarched the two members who had to stop twirling before the parade was over because they didn’t have the stamina to complete the 3.3 km route. She wanted to know because she wanted to confirm that the DS was, in fact, the oldest woman that E had ever "kissed".
Although I was rolling my eyes at what the youngster thought constituted a "kiss", I was laughing pretty hard that the DS had the dubious honour of being "oldest woman kissed".
I told E’s partner, K, that she could also "kiss" my woman if she too wanted an old woman on her list of conquests. She wisely declined.
And normally, you’d think I’d be afraid of getting in trouble for blogging about the DS’s advanced age, but I’m not. What can she say? She’s so tuckered out from the weekend’s activity, she’s napping. Poor old lady.
Now I must go and get a glass to put her teeth in…
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