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Thursday, March 19, 2009

My Friends are Funnier than I am Episode 16: You Are Correct

It dawned on me today that there's something a little sad about the fact that I think we all enjoy my journal more when I'm not hung up on some guy and most of my stories involve playtime. I'm not sure what this means as I round the bend to "closer to forty than thirty", except that I never really disliked Samantha Jones all that much.

Or, as a certain friend who will remain nameless for fear of recrimination would say, "I'm glad we're back to LIVING." (Though, you know, some might make an argument about regressing. Or even rebounding. WHATEVER).

Anyway, I had an awesome event this week in which I was in a bar and a nineteen year old asked me out. After I informed him that I was way too old for him, he informed me that just because he was nineteen, didn't mean he couldn't date somebody in their twenties - and I fell in love with him. Then I told him how old I really was. Undeterred, our youngin continued his pursuit, and at one point, I realize that I will buckle without support. So I sent a mass text to "my people."*

My friends are funnier than I am, and I say that a lot. Here are some highlight responses to my desperate text that said: "Important reality check moment, no matter how hot he is, I should not go out with a 19 year old, correct?"

Shim Shimmy
I'm having a really hard time with this one. Um ....... yes?"

K-YO
Correct. Of course, there's nothing wrong w/bragging about having the chance to sleep with a nineteen year old.

KALM
It's only wrong if you tell people. And also, maybe you don't ever go back to *your* place.
(note: but...really? but then I'd be at the place of a 19 year old. that could be all kinds of scary).

Dex
My general rule is along as they're not younger than half your age, it's fine. So...you're pretty much covered here.

Shank
(And this one I loved, because I could just see him, having after work drinks in some SF biker bar, really fighting to say the right thing)
As much as it hurts my heart to say this, you're correct.

Shadalan
Run, do not walk, to the nearest exit. NOW.

K-Roc
You are correct. Get out of there.
(to which I responded "But they're so moldable at that age." To which she said...)

If by moldable, you mean NO BUENO.

So, I didn't. I may regret that later. I mean, that could have been fun. Perhaps cougar is my destiny. We all have a destiny.

*Kim! No text for you because your phone doesn't text. I HATE THAT because I believe that you would have been the lone voice telling me to move forward and saying "Do it for Rancho!"

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8 Comments:

  • I don't get texts, but I do receive emails via phone. If your phone gets email I could have responded. I would have definitely said "do it for RANCHO" but better yet, "redeem yourself from the RANCHO situation." No one wants their last sleepover with a youngin to end with puke, you doing his laundry, and a post it on your fridge..
    Love, Kim

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:01 AM  

  • Whoever above said "half your age is fine" is wrong. The rule has ALWAYS been 'half your age plus 7'. So, let's say you're 36, you can only date someone as young as 25 (18+7) and not be creepy.
    Then again, I think this rule only applied to guys. Why you wouldn't want to ride cowgirl on some hot 19yo ass is beyond me.

    By Anonymous Darren, at 11:03 AM  

  • oh no, i'm off the text advice list?

    By Blogger Jeremy Smears, at 7:13 PM  

  • are you serious?

    which is my only response to all three points raised above!

    By Blogger pregamejocelyn, at 7:35 PM  

  • Girl, I'm honestly surprised you didn't get his number for a "just in case I'm really hard up one day" moment... don't lie.. you thought about this.
    Kim

    By Anonymous Kimmy, at 8:32 PM  

  • I'm kind of offended that my response wasn't included in that list. That's classic material, I tell you, although I'm guessing you omitted it for propriety's sake. For the record: "You're asking a guy who just boned a 19 year old this afternoon. I'm sure the irony is not lost in this situation."

    By Anonymous Ferris, at 8:50 AM  

  • i just realized my response is part of the title to this entry. I win!!!

    By Anonymous Nikki, at 9:37 AM  

  • Yes, Ferris. I omitted both that and "you know, my kid is that age" for propriety's sake. But there you were! Putting it out there! Which is why I love you! And so does that 19 year old you boned!

    By Blogger pregamejocelyn, at 10:55 AM  

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