Happy half birthday to me
Today is my half birthday. Pathetic that I realize this? Yes. But as with everything I celebrate, there is a reason.
I am now 25 and 1/2 but I still look like I'm 12. No joke. I get carded everywhere I go including Blockbuster. I tried renting a rated R movie with my husband and my best friend, ages 26 and 28 respectively, and the cashier carded me. This means that I don't even look 17.
Two years ago, I was covering a story at a grade school and being the diligent reporter that I am, had my reporter's notebook out and my pen ready. And still, the superintendent of the school had the nerve to ask me if I was an eighth grader. That means, I don't even look 14.
And just yesterday at work in the break room, this man was looking at me funny for a long time, which made me horribly uncomfortable. And then he said, "I just can't get over it, you look just like Dan's daughter. Have you met her yet?"
I haven't met her. But I hear she's 13, which means, I look to be somewhere between the ages of 12 and 13.
Hopefully I'll enjoy looking 13 and 1/2 years younger than I really am when I'm 40 or 50. But right now, I'd give anything for someone to guess me at 21. Because my driver's license picture is less than flattering and I am really sick of having to show it to people just to prove I can watch The Matrix or order a glass of wine.
I am now 25 and 1/2 but I still look like I'm 12. No joke. I get carded everywhere I go including Blockbuster. I tried renting a rated R movie with my husband and my best friend, ages 26 and 28 respectively, and the cashier carded me. This means that I don't even look 17.
Two years ago, I was covering a story at a grade school and being the diligent reporter that I am, had my reporter's notebook out and my pen ready. And still, the superintendent of the school had the nerve to ask me if I was an eighth grader. That means, I don't even look 14.
And just yesterday at work in the break room, this man was looking at me funny for a long time, which made me horribly uncomfortable. And then he said, "I just can't get over it, you look just like Dan's daughter. Have you met her yet?"
I haven't met her. But I hear she's 13, which means, I look to be somewhere between the ages of 12 and 13.
Hopefully I'll enjoy looking 13 and 1/2 years younger than I really am when I'm 40 or 50. But right now, I'd give anything for someone to guess me at 21. Because my driver's license picture is less than flattering and I am really sick of having to show it to people just to prove I can watch The Matrix or order a glass of wine.
posted by Pensive Girl @ 5:15 PM
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