I went to a party a few weeks ago, and I ended up playing the “guess how old I am” game with some folks. One guy guessed 23 or 24 and had a hard time believing the truth when I told him how old I really am. Tonight, I got my hair cut with Maffe, a fabulous stylist who ends every haircut with a tousle of my hair, saying “I love it. Fabulous. I love it.”
So tonight, which was the first time I’d been to see him in almost a year, he asked me, “How’s your boyfriend?” since he was a client too. I had to break the news to him that we actually aren’t dating anymore. He was surprised, but then he was like, “You’re so young anyway. How old are you?”
Whenever I hear that, I can’t resist asking, “How old do you think I am?”
“23, 24….” he said as he shampooed my hair.
When I told him my age, he was so surprised. It was cool. I like looking younger than I am now. It used to bother me, like when I got carded to buy a lottery ticket or to go see the South Park movie. But yeah…now I’ll take younger anyday. I hope this doesn’t stop anytime soon!