There is a day that everyone seems to insist is coming. The day when I will be happy to look younger than my age. "Once you hit thirty," I've often heard. With less than a year until I hit that mark, I'm not holding my breath. Embarrassment is what I felt when I was recently ID'd at an 18+ club, followed by anger as I was laughed at insultingly over my actual age. And today it was awkwardness, not happiness, that came over me as I was hit on by some "fellow" eighteen year olds.
But I'm sure the day is eventually coming.....
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