Okay, I had a completely different post to kick off the A to Z Challenge – which was Anti Blogger except I realized last minute that I just did an Anti Blogger video/giveaway. I have also not written anything outside of Anti Blogger, Stupid List Friday or Bitchery in a while. So, I saved the post but we’re going to use it for B or for C or whatever letter I can skillfully attach to it without inventing a new word or spelling for something. Such as F is for Anti Flogger.
Instead, I want to cover this “age ain’t nothing but a number fallacy.” First of all, age matters because everyone is fairly stupid until they hit 30. I am sorry, I was and everyone I knew was, and if you aren’t 30 yet, you are too. That’s just how life works. You don’t get really smart until 30 and by 40 you’re almost a frickin genius. I don’t make the rules. If you don’t like it take it to Jesus.
Proof occurred today while I was eating with my daughter and a table of 20 year old girls were jabbering away next to us. Loudly and obnoxiously. And it was all “likes” and “oh em gees!” and “whatevers” with that “Becky look at her butt” tone. My 8 year old even said “Man, they talk too much. And they’re too loud.” So I figure, you’re kinda smart before twenty (like around the age of 8 ) and then you get stupid and then you get smart again at 30.
That shit was annoying and reminded me of a time a few years back when I did briefly “see” someone who was far too young for me to be “seeing”. It was for the most part, everything fantastic you would imagine when a 20 something dates a 30 something. I’ll let you think about that for a minute.
But it was stupid. I can’t say “he” was stupid because he was super sensitive about being accused of being stupid, but the conversations typically went like this:
Him: ”What are you doing?”
Me: ”I’m out with my sister.”
Him: ”You liar. You don’t even have a sister.”
Me: ”What the fack? Uh yeah, I do have a sister. What’s your problem?”
Him: ”I haven’t seen you in ___ days. And you said you had a brother. Not a sister.”
Me: ”Really dumb ass? You know this isn’t China. Some families have a brother and also a sister. I’m not arguing with you about whether I have a sister.”
Him: ”I can’t believe you just called me dumb.”
Me: ”You know, you make simple things difficult.”
Him: ”I can’t believe you just called me stupid.”
Me: ”Wait. What? I didn’t call you stupid…”
Him: ”Uh yeah, you did. I make simple things difficult. I’m stupid…”
Me: ”Nevermind dude. I’ll talk to you later.”
The next day…
Me: ”How’s your day going?”
Him: ”I’m too stupid to know if I’m having a bad day…”
Him: ”Glad you think that’s funny. You think everything is funny.”
And this is why, I cannot date a 20 something year old guy (or girl) to this day. Incidentally, I will be 39 in a few months. I am happy to be at that age where although most of the world is too young for me to date, there is rarely anyone that is too old.
Would you date someone 10 or more years younger than you are? And does age matter to you ?
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