In my head I don't think of myself as being any older than my early 20's. I still feel young...and immature...and hip. And yeah, I still dress that way. I mean, I do sometimes wonder if I'm one of those aging women who dresses like a teenager and everybody looks at her like, "Oh honey, it's just time to give up."
I know you've seen those women.
Oh Gosh, I hope I'm not one of them.
But apparently I needed a little reminder that my youthful ship had sailed because I got one whether I wanted it or not.
I was exiting a store this week with my oldest son and it happened to be lunch hour at the high school across the street. And since it's an open campus, all the kids come to that same store to get their lunches. So as I walked out of the building I pushed my cart right into the path of three teenage boys and ended up walking in front of them for several steps.
And you know, you can tell when someone is checking you out. And as you may well also know, teenage boys are neither quiet, nor tactful, nor aware of anyone but themselves. Kind of like their bigger counterparts in that sense. So from behind me I heard this...
"Man, she's hot."
And then silence. The kind where you know there is a whole lot going on but nothing is being said and it seems to last for an eternity.
Then the silence was broken by his friend, using these words...
Dude! Ewwwwwwwwww! She's like...A Mom."
And suddenly the mind bubble was burst. I now feel every antiquated day of my 36 years.
But I'm still gonna wear my skinny jeans, converse, hoop earrings and layered T's.
There's gotta be some senior citizen out there who still thinks I'm hot!