Every time I see a cute guy at work, he turns out to be so young! Practically a baby!
Like today, when I was working with a very cute emoskaterrockerflavored boy. He was good height, great skin, pretty eyes, not much of a talker but nice voice when he spoke. When we were hanging out in the breakroom I asked where he went to school and he said "Santa Teresa" and I said, "Oh, so you graduate this year!" and it turns out that, just kidding, he's a junior. A young junior at that - his birthday was the day of the Kohl's interview. So I have spent the last hour checking out someone who is BARELY SEVENTEEN. And I'm twenty. TWENTY.
I AM SUDDENLY FEELING OLD AS DIRT.
Oh, and it's not a comfort that everyone keeps telling me I look younger.
I'm old, and I spend my time drooling over little babies.
Someone check me into an institution now.
