35 is quickly closing in. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming, but as the last few days of 34 wind down….I can’t help but panic a little. I keep telling myself it’s no big deal, but the fact that I will be closer to 40 than 30. (if you read back to my previous b-day post you’ll see my thought process has always been the same). A friend reminded me last night that I will STILL be closer to 1 than 100 so to CALM DOWN. Last night as I was running trivia at DG Bar I made the mistake of telling the bartender about up upcoming doom. He then proceeded to tell EVERYONE in the bar that my birthday was coming.
Now, in normal Erin fashion I kept telling people I’d be 28. Most believed me but one group of fellows wanted proof ----- as in they thought I was YOUNGER. When they finally convinced me to show my id, they all sat in complete silence as they passed it around. Then one, who sounded as if he was going through puberty, says “wow….there’s hope for the future”. And they all started laughing. And the compliments and competition for my attention started. The last lingering guy managed to corner me as he was leaving (22 years old and in law school) and he says “I can only hope I will be as exciting and young as you are in my 30’s. AND if not, I hope the girl I am with is JUST LIKE YOU”. Then he asked me for my number. I politely said no. I do have to say it was flattering, but at the same time….there are guys I use to babysit that are older than this boys.
I don’t want to grow up.
I don’t want to grow old.
I don’t want to ever be less than who I am now.
I like who I am, so who cares if I am closer to 40? (well, me of course) but maybe for now that will just be our little secret.