I must say I'm flattered at being excluded from an adult site.
It's those little things that make growing older easier to bear. One of my favorites used to be getting carded when purchasing alcohol. What would have seemed insulting during my younger days became high praise indeed as, with a flourish I'd present my ID for unbelieving eyes to calculate my true age.
Those days are long gone now, but I remember one astonished cashier remark, "Wow, you could be my dad. But he looks much older than you do."
I floated out of that place with a head the size of the Hindenburg and refused to look in the mirror for some time afterward.