So I’m sitting talking to this guy last night. We’ve never met before, and he’s asking where I grew up.
“Did you go to school in the town?” he enquires. I nod, and he asks which school. “We might have been in the same year,” he adds, looking intently at me. “You must be about the same age as me.”
I look dubiously at him. “What age are you?”
“Thirty-one,” he replies cheerfully, as if he has not just delivered a tremendous insult to a total stranger.
“I’m twenty-six,” I reply in a carefully controlled voice, smiling painfully. He shrugs. “Probably wouldn’t have seen each other at school then,” he says dismissively. I do not hear any more of his conversation; instead, I worry obsessively about the fact that I apparently look five years older than the age that I was already slightly uncomfortable about having reached.
Woe. Woe. Am never, ever going to have interesting job, successful career, loving husband, or similar noteworthy life achievement. It is too late. I might as well buy the rocking chair and the rest of the cats now. There is no point in putting off the inevitable.
Woe.
Filed under: Fear, boys, conversations, old age, sad, woe, worry
Remember the days when you actually wanted people to think you were older than you were??? Silly, silly all of us.
It would be worse, if you were as old as me.
Anyway, anyway anyway! you made it to the list of nominations for ‘Best Newcomer’ in the Irish Blog Awards! Well done and fingers crossed!
HAHA one of the girls in St Arbucks asked me my name yesterday, what school i went to etc etc
Turns out she was in my primary school class from p4 to p7………..and the best part is, i didnt remember her, didn’t recognize her name when she said it either! I felt like a total prick as this unfolded in front of at least 6 other customers and 2 more staff!!
Give over, when I was your age I was renting a house with 2 others in London with no hopes of buying anything, didn’t own anything of value, hadn’t gone out with a guy for many many years and had a temporary job! Sorry no sympathy! You don’t look 30, anyway as monkeyman says only as old as you feel! He has celebrated his 10th year of being 25 this week so you have nothing to fear
Natalie – I know, up until a couple of years ago I got angry at people for thinking I was a teenager!
Grannymar – Maybe we can form some sort of club!
Ally – St. Arbucks? I like it!!
MonkeyMrs – There is hope for me yet, eh? Didn’t realise Monkeyman was 25 again, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, Monkeyman!
You are so funny!!!!!