One of my good friends here, ￼Sev, likes to tease me. A Lot.
And it’s not as if I don’t deserve it; in fact, I probably started it. Sev is fond of saying things like, “oh, you’re not that old,” and “oh, you’re not that fat,” which makes me say things like, “I’m going to cut you in your copious soft, white underbelly until you are weak from blood loss, whereupon I will have [person] mandance you until you exhale your last, quivering breath.”
Last night, Mike (who is 29) and I were talking about … oh, something or another, the subject of which has been nuked from my brain by the following remark: “You’re very youthful.”
I know he meant it as a compliment, omg I do – but when you’re about to turn 38, and someone 9 years younger makes that statement to you.. well, just you wait, Mike N. 😛
On the heels of that exchange came another:
M: “Remember I told you about my ex who has the same gaming alias you do?”
M: “Her birthday is the day before yours. Course… she’s 15 years younger than you are…”
The fragile remaining tendrils of my ego slithered under the bed and expired, at which time Mike did his best to revive them, with moderate success.
Today however, the waitress at Denny’s (who turned out to be a co-worker’s ex-girlfriend – Liquid Web is everywhere) asked me if I had gone to high school with her.
She was 18.
Bless her little pudding heart.