With each birthday, Brian gives me a harder time about being a "cradle robber". (I am a mere 9 months older than him, which apparently makes me a cradle robber.) My age in numbers doesn't bother me! 32 is just another number. I am thankful to have another year of life!
But in the last few weeks, both Brian and I have had some interesting interactions involving age!
First, we were out to dinner with some good friends, and we ordered a couple of beers. Brian wasn't carded, but I was! I have always been told I look younger than I am (and I'll take it for as long as I can), but it's never happened that way. We either both get carded; or we both aren't. There are a few restaurants we go to frequently that have stopped carding me; and I'll be honest, I like it. I actually look my age -- or at least old enough to be drinking legally :).
Second, after the above mentioned dinner, we ran a few errands. The first errand was to the pet store to pick up cat liter. The cashier, a young man maybe in his early 20s?, was very forward and asked Brian how old he was, explaining, "I can't tell your age because of the spiky hair!" When Brian answered with 31, the answer was "Yeah, man. Doesn't it sneak up on you like whoa!" I left the store just confused. Why would Brian's hair style dictate his age? His hair isn't young or old...I don't think. Do we need to wearing our hair a certain way now that we are in our 30s? ha.
And then last, I was doing our weekly grocery shopping and stopped at the deli counter. The young man asked if I was a stage actor. Thoroughly confused, I answered with "No, why would you ask?" And he commented that I project my voice very well. He taught drama students for 5 years how to project their voices and gets excited when he hears someone doing it naturally. I explained that I'm a teacher. "Ah, that makes sense," he answered and asked how long I'd been teaching. My answer of "this is actually my 10th year" really surprised him.
"I must be gauging your age wrong. You don't look old enough to have taught that long."
"Well, thank you! I'm 32."
His response threw me for a loop, and I had no idea how to respond! "You're almost as old as my dad! He's 34"
How in the world am I as old as his DAD!? This kid (I had gauged his age really wrong, too) can't be but 20 at the max. And never before have I been told that I'm as old as a parent by anyone older than a 2nd grader. I expect it from a 2nd grader! They're 7. He responded with "we have an interesting family." I didn't want to pry or for him to think I was judging him. Every family is different! I was just in shock that I am now as old as "parents." He congratulated me on having my life together at such an early age and handed me my turkey.
I'm old enough to be "as old as your parents"? What? When did that happen? :)