Only As Young As You Feel
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Before I delve into shallowness, a moment’s silence for Sir Edmund Hillary, who passed away earlier today at the grand age of 88.
*silence*
When I was at lunch with my friend Chastity one of the things we discussed is that fact that, at 21, there is nowhere to go but downhill. In nine years we will be thirty for crying out loud. But I don’t feel 21.
In fact, I feel more like a fifteen year old than someone who is an adult. I feel really… slow at times, as my sister has done things that I really should have done first.
I have never had sex.
I have never had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or alienfriend.
I’ve never been kissed.
I’ve never been on a date.
I’ve never danced with a guy.
I have been asked to dance with a guy once. I was 12. He was my friend. I said no.
I’ve only been asked out once. And this was by a random guy who approached me in the Cologne train station. He asked me out because I spoke English. And he didn’t.
To quote (or paraphrase, depending on how accurate I make this) what Chastity said to me was, “By the time we are thirty, we are supposed to be educated, have a job, be wed and have bred.”
I think a little bit of it has to do with the fact that I look around 16, so I don’t have to deal with the physical aspects of being my age, but…
I feel like a little kid playing pretend at times. Or am I Peter Pan, never wanting to grow up?
Second star to the right, and straight on ’til morning I go.
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Don’t worry. You’re REALLY not missing out on anything.
I’d be a much happier person if I didn’t associate with boys in high school.
Yay for all-girls schools! Boo for not actually associating with anyone outside of the Interbutt…
It does sadden me, though, that the only time I got asked out was by a stranger approaching me and asking me out because I spoke English. BECAUSE I SPOKE ENGLISH!
And it wasn’t even because he was a guy so happy to find someone who was a native English speaker like him. He didn’t speak a word of English.
Total WTF moment.
A guy asked me home with him on Friday night. I said no, as I am not that sort of girl. But if he asks again this weekend…
You should, perhaps, come and meet some of my work-like acquaintances. They are geeky. I spent around 5 hours with one of them today watching Dr Who and Torchwood…