April 14, 2013
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old age
When I first met Mr_54632 on that wonderful Qantas flight from Melbourne to Sydney. I remember him telling me that he was in fact 24 years old and was on his way to turning 25.
I did the quick calculations in my head. I was in fact almost 2 years older than him. *shock horror*. Was I put off by it? yes, somewhat, but truth be told, i actually thought he was at least 30… yes at least!!! I don’t know if it’s how his face is (no, it’s not wrinkled) or his hair or maybe it’s his height (he’s a very tall man) but the way he spoke and carried himself, he seemed a lot older and was kinda in disbelief when it went the other way.
To be honest, i figured, if I thought he was at least 30 and I’m usually very good at working out how old people are, then surely I wouldn’t be the only one.
This was demonstrated when we tried to get into the Ivy Club in Sydney’s CBD and the security let him in without a hitch but had to check my ID to make sure that I was indeed over the age of 18. I was flattered but kinda embarrassed.
In saying that, Mr_54632 thought I was about 22 or 23 at the time.. max 23 years old.. hey, I’m all for looking youthful..
And so you should have seen my face/reaction at the time when weeks later, mr_54632 sheeplishly rang me to tell me that he wasn’t turning 25 this January, he was in fact turning 24 and somehow got mixed up. He even argued with his own mother about throwing his 25th birthday and she thought it was a big eager to organize something that was at least another year away…
So yes, I am 2.6 years older than my future husband. Being older doesn’t make me smarter or wiser….
But hey the perk is- Money will still be coming in when I retire because he still has to work for another 2 years
HAH!
