DD and I were going up in an elevator with 4 other women. I was about 55 then. They remarked on how much we looked alike and thought we were sisters. We both got a kick out of it.
Over the years it has been fun... but several times.... people teased DH about "robbing the cradle". It made me feel bad for him. He does look his age but I think he is even better looking now than when we met!
For me, I am convinced it's just hereditary. I had girlfriends ask me, "Is that your boyfriend" when Dad let me off at school. I inherited his genes and, I have to admit, he and I both thought it was fun while it lasted. Now, at almost 71, time is catching up with me. My grandson did tell me a couple of weeks ago that I only looked to be about 65. I thought it was sweet of him because I know he knows how old I am! I was feeling frumpy that day and I'm sure he detected it. He is one sweet kid!