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"This past weekend, my boyfriend and I found ourselves seated in an Upper East Side concert hall viewing a musical performance that spanned the decades directed by one of J&amp;amp;#8217;s clients. Surrounded by a crowd of sixty-to-eighty year olds, we began to wonder: what does our future hold? It was a Sunday afternoon presentation that began promptly at 2 P.M. with an audience unwrapping their hard candies as the curtains drew back. Tunes from the 30&amp;amp;#8217;s all the way up to the 70&amp;amp;#8217;s were performed to approving men and women, nodding with nostalgia. J and I knew the iconic songs (One Fine Day, You Belong To Me, Jeepers Creepers and Bohemian Rhapsody to name a few), but couldn&amp;amp;#8217;t help but to laugh at the responses of the people who lived when the songs were hits. &amp;amp;#8220;Ohh, yes!,&amp;amp;#8221; whispered the woman with the bright red lipstick behind me. &amp;amp;#8220;Remember that!,&amp;amp;#8221; said the perfumed woman to J&amp;amp;#8217;s left. And then there was the testy lady who reprimanded a man for using his cell phone during the show (I digress). But it all really hit home when an auditorium-wide sing-a-long began as Moon River played (with separate parts for the men and women, it was amazing!). In 50 years from now, what would be the song that J and I would be singing along to? Would we be nudging each other&amp;amp;#8217;s arms knowingly with the memories we&amp;amp;#8217;ve shared? It really got me thinking: where will we be in 50 years? Hopefully by that time J will have put a ring on it (kidding, kidding)&amp;amp;#133;and hopefully we&amp;amp;#8217;ll finally have managed to upgrade into something larger than our current one-bedroom apartment. I can still see J in his dapper suits, looking polished and handsome with age. I&amp;#x27;ll still have long, dark hair, avoiding the color it&amp;amp;#8217;s actually turned (and who says you have to cut your hair short after a certain age?). Maybe I&amp;amp;#8217;ll have decided to be a baby mama by that time, or more&amp;amp;mdash;a grand-baby mama. Whoa. But I will, without a doubt, finally have opened my level 1 Rosetta Stone French and at least know the basics. Maybe J and I will even have traveled to Paris. And all those other places on our growing list. Of course I had to get J&amp;amp;#8217;s take on it: &amp;amp;#8220;In 50 years I hope to be retired on the beach drinking pi&amp;amp;ntilde;a coladas and margaritas, watching the sunset with my lady.&amp;quot; Oh, I&amp;amp;#8217;m totally OK with that. Don&amp;amp;#8217;t you wish you really could fast-forward sometimes? Have you thought about where you and your boyfriend will be in 50 years? Is it something you feel comfortable discussing with him or only something you imagine by yourself? Can you picture your BF that far into your future? More on the future of your relationship... * When Harry Met Sally: Those Totally Cute Old Couple Interviews * 9 Things That Keep Every Relationship Going Strong * 6 Love Talks That Bring You Closer Photo: Thinkstock"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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