One of my new Nottingham friends took me to a work aquaintances birthday BBQ before she and I went to the pub quiz. The work aquaintance was a young chap turning a mere 23. Awwww. He excitedly gave us the grand tour of his new home, which reeked of boy and took me back to Senior year in college when everyone's "new home" smelled like that. His cute little friends all brought wine, while we had arrived with some bottled domestic beer - I thought thats what all 23 year old birthday boys dreamed of..older women and cheap booze. Now I know all of this sounds very pretentious, because I'm only just over 2 years older than this boy, but it felt like light years away. Especially when his pre-pubescent little girlfriends came by and giggled over grilled sauseges about how he better be careful (tee hee) he's almost 25 (tee hee) and it's all down hill after 25 (giggle giggle). That comment in itself is not so terrible, its the fact that they then noticed my friend and I and quickly got all red faced at their "faux pas" comment in front of us two "mature" women (aka over the hill). Um what? I can still pass for 21, you underage little snot.
Actually the boy and his friends were all very sweet and my friend and I did have a lovely time (nearly missed the quiz we were enjoying ourselves so much). I think I'm more pissed off at the fact that a few years ago I LOVED being mistaken for older. Which happend a lot. I loved the look on some 45 year old (often married) man's face who would be hitting on me in some bar in Paris when I finally told him I was barely 20. At age 20 and 21, most people would mistake me for a mature 27. I loved it. My off and on English boyfriend literaly flipped out when he found out he was lying in the bed of a 19 year old american in Jamaica instead of a 26 year old as he had previously believed. I actually thought he was going to run out of the hotel room half-naked. Luckily he got over that (although it did take some time).
But I no longer get the joy of surprising men (or even women for that matter) when I tell them my age. 25? Yeah, that seems about right. how boring. Even on one of those "how old are you really" quizzes I scored 25. 25!!! How boring am I? I'll still occasionaly get the "really? Only 25, you seem so mature and put together for a 25 year old". But now I think what they really mean is "you seem so mature for an American
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ahhh, the grass is always greener...
groups of giggling girls really bother me. especially when they get on the train or bus and are really loud and annoying. you know the type that when they leave, everyone sort of looks at each other with that "phew, it's quiet again" look.
Wow, you really bounced back from that flu quickly. Well, then again, you are only 25... with all that youth and vigor...
actually, I had that post lying around for awhile. still don't have enough brain power to write about paris. But I will soon.
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