We walked into one of our favorite little hole in the wall diners and there he sat, in the corner, alone. Whether he wanted to be noticed or not, one could not help but be drawn to him. His hair was jet black except for the bright pink mohawk that ran down the center. His jet black hair somehow weaved into the pink mohawk making the mohawk take on an even more angular appearance. He had multiple face piercings and bulging biceps that any man would envy and any woman would fantasize over for days to come. The man was buff.
We watched him leave. As he climbed into his sleek, black Mercedes, I watched the muscles in his leg ripple. This man obviously works out. We live in a small city which is still hickville by many standards and I am left wondering what type of employment this man has. Although he may be a resident in our town, something tells me that he is not. He is not a young teenager or a 20 something year old. He was well into his 30s and appeared to be very confident in who he was. So I ask you, dear reader, who was this stranger?
I stopped by the local Dutch Bros to pick up an Iced Milky Way. Soon, I fell into an easy conversation with the guy working the counter. He asked if I had any fun plans for the weekend and then explained that, as punishment for partying, he would be spending Saturday cleaning his girlfriend’s garage, although, it “was worth it.” I learned that he is a student at the local community college and although he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do, he is leaning towards psychology which is what really got our conversation flowing. I mentioned that one of the biggest injustices of our schools is that we no longer have counselors and the conversation went on and on from there. It was an excellent conversation. He was very knowledgeable about the school system and today’s children. I think it was the best conversation that I have had in weeks and bits of it continue to replay through my mind.
The greatest impact that the whole conversation had on me? The fact that he “started school in 1992.” That means that I am nearly old enough to be his mother. How did this happen??? I know that I am older than these young coffee bistros, but come on, old enough to be their mother??? Somehow, the fact that I have a 15 year old daughter, the fact that I have lived life, the fact that I have continued to age has escaped me. In my mind, I’m still 30. I am an adult, but I am not an aging adult which leaves me to wonder, just how old do these young adults think I am? Am I simply another adult face in the crowd that judges teens with contempt? Am I someone’s mother? Just another customer? Have I, in my years of living, lost my identity and simply become just another face in the crowd?
The irony is, that in the last ten years, I have truly began to live my life and discover who I am. Is it possible that as I have blossomed, I have also, somehow, become just another face in the crowd?
I am completely curious about this. It seems that advice books for women say not to put out on the first date if you are looking for a relationship. I was watching something on tv the other night, paying such close attention that I can’t even tell you what the show was or who the celebreties were, but the topic of sex on the first date was brought up. So the host asked these three male celebrities their opinion. I don’t really remember what two of them said. They may have said nothing or I had simply tuned them out, it’s hard to say. The third agreed that if a woman wanted a relationship, that she should not have sex on the first date. He then went on to say that despite his advice/opinon, he has actually had relationships with several women whom he did have sex with on the first date, totally contradicting his previous advice. Of course, he recognized this and also saw the humor in it. Anyway, I know it’s an opinion thing, but what do you think? Leave me a comment. Are you male or female, single or married, and your age range (20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, etc.) . If you don’t want to comment, at least take my poll!
As for me, I don’t think that there is a cut and dry answer. I’m a single female in my 30s and I really think it all depends on many factors.