Just a little glimpse into my life.
I was out the other night, minding my own business when I was approached by an attractive woman. She sat down next to me and introduced herself.
She talked about her life, her job, and her children, but mostly she talked about the fact that her divorce had just been finalized and she was celebrating that fact.
She told me how eager she was to get on with her life.
She told me how long it had been since she had been out and had a good time.
She told me how much she was enjoying talking to me.
Then something happened: she asked me to guess her age.
“How old do you think I am?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” I told her, “you’re not very old.”
“Well, exactly how old do you think I am,” she urged me.
“I’m not very good at guessing age,” I said, hoping she would drop it.
“Just take a guess,” she urged more forcefully.
“I guess you’re about 34 years old.” I finally relented.
She stared at me blankly; I could sense that things were about to go horribly wrong. “Oh. Is that how old you think I look?” She said with a timbre of irritation in her voice.
“I don’t know…I guess so.” I fumbled.
“I’m only 29 years old,” she snapped.
“I told you I wasn’t good at…”
“Most people say that I look younger than I actually am.” She interrupted.
“Okay,” I said timidly.
“People say, that I look like I’m in my mid-twenties,” she continued, now visibly angry. “What do you have to say to that?”
I want to make it clear, the next thing that came out of my mouth was not me trying to be a smartass. It was not me trying to be dismissive or insulting. It was simply the best thing that my brain could think of to say.
“Sometimes people lie,” I said.
She stormed away.
This story has no point; it’s just a little glimpse into my life.