I have this song in my head today:
http://youtu.be/MnXtIuYuJUM
I love the part at 3:12 in the song. When this album dropped (11 years ago!), Andre 3000's The Love Below...kind of blew Speakerboxxx away. This album reminds me of good, good times in my life.
Was thinking about this because I was commenting on today's (Feb 3rd) pic about men being into younger women and that sort of thing. Every now and then, the reverse actually happens.
Here's to you Mrs. Robinson...?
Kind of a long and random story coming your way but last year I was on my train and this guy and his friend were talking to me. There's a longer back story to these two characters and my very first encounter with them involving one of the dudes talking about trying to impregnate his wife...but...I won't share that now.
Anyway, the guy (the one who had been talking about trying to impregnate his wife) was trying to be funny I guess. Maybe even flirting. I dunno. I never know about these things. He wasn't really pulling it off. He was being kind of a douche, acting young, and he was a bit drunk, I think. He had gone to happy hour apparently. Liquid courage is an interesting beast. Thing that sucks is that I tolerated even talking back to him because...and I hate to admit this but...he kinda looks like that actor Aaron Paul who I totally lurve. Men aren't the only ones who are suckers for pretty faces, I guess.
Anyway, we got on the topic of age. He was trying to guess mine...I was trying to guess his. I thought he was my age. He told me first that he was 27. He thought I was around his age or younger.
Then I was like, "Wow. I'm older than you. By kind of a lot."
I remember his eyes widened. And for some reason he started looking at my hair and touching it, explaining he "was looking for grays." Then I punched him in the arm. Really, I did. Am not really into strangers being all that familiar with me and I'm definitely not really a touchy-feely person with people I don't know but that deserved a punch in the arm, don't you think?
He didn't mind. Then asked how old I really was. I lied and told him I was 47.
He was actually VERY intrigued by this possible fact and said, " Wow you're the hottest 47 year old I've ever met." And I don't know if that was truly a compliment lol.
Then I told him I was actually 37 and he seemed a bit disappointed. And then downgraded it to me being "pretty but old."
What a dick.
Then I asked him why he was even talking to me if he was gonna keep insulting me. He then replied that he wouldn't talk to me if he didn't think I was pretty or...if I was a man.
I thought about punching him again. But then he gave this adorable smile and I more felt like slapping him across the face instead. Haha.
So THEN I told him that I could've been a man. I could've had a penis, for all he knew.
He didn't know what to say to that. Bwahahaha.
Glad that shut him up.
Thankfully, we don't often take the same train home so I don't see him that much.
Anyway. I dunno why I shared that story. Oh yeah. It was just so weird that he almost seemed to be more intrigued that I could've been 47 and less happy that I was 37.
Which isn't to say...when I'm 47...wouldn't be too upset if some 27-year old punk ass kid found me attractive.....
