How old do you think I am?

Okay, so I turn thirty this December. I know, so you, my beloved readers, just rolled your eyes back into your head thinking, “if only I were thirty again!” But get over it, this my tale of woe.

So I am constantly barraged with over-aging. I have been aged as old as, oh say, forty-five to fifty year old! Of course, everyone does some major back pedaling when I tell them I am yet to hit thirty. It is the typical “well you don’t look that old, you just act that way” or “well, its because of everything you have done, you know, a flight school and all.” It always ends that same, I ask, “how old do you think I am?” and I am always aged at least an extra decade!

Danny and Tonita came over the other evening to watch Survivor, as they do everything Thursday night. On some weird impulse (driven by Danny), Danny and I ended in the grocery store looking for the fixins for chili-cheese dogs.

As dumb luck would have it, I ran into the same lady three times, once in the produce section, once in the chili section, and now here we were again in the dairy section.

As I slide up next to her to check out the best price on cheese, I blurt out, “It looks as though I am stalking you.”

She kindly smiles back. No, not the “hey-get-away-from-me-you-crazy-stalker-guy- but- I-will-smile-to-calm-you-so-you-don’t-attack-me” smile.

No it was a real smile as she responded, “No problem, you college guys gotta eat cheap!”

Did you hear that? “College guys.” Yep, a solid eighteen to twenty-two years old, maybe even twenty-four because we were slow learners, but definitely not thirty.

I think I actually did scare the poor lady with my reaction. I almost hugged her….or did I? I can’t quite remember.

Anyways, Jen and Tonita had to totally ruin it for me when Danny and I returned home and relayed the story. They, of course, felt the need to dash my highest compliment in days by claiming that she probably saw Danny and mostly referring to him. Well, balderdash, it was directed at good ole stalker me. (and do “early twenty-somethings” use the word balderdash?….ARGGGGGG!)