No Escaping Father Time

A few weeks ago, I had a reminder that I’m officially across the “Old School” line. I was out at this little bar, sipping on my beverage, when this cute, newly-minted 21 year old came in with some of her friends. Me, being me, I had to flirt a little bit. Things were going well, until I volunteered one sentence of information too much, and let them know that I’m 30.

The one whom I thought was digging me the most initially seemed to be surprised, then her actions became a lot less flirtatious. My interpretation of her body language went from “This chick is over here undressing me with her eyes” to “Why is she now acting like I’m going to slip something in her drink?“     Read the rest of this entry »