I had the following conversation before my softball game last night:
“So was that your son at the game last week?”
“Yeah, that was my son”
“Cool! Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
In my head:
Well I’m 29, but I turn 30 in a week? Nah, that’s too long and desperate sounding. I’m 29? Truthful, but seeing as I turn 30 in a week do I really want to desperately hold on to my 20s? Maybe I should just get it over with and say I’m 30. 30 is such a big number.
“I’m 30” (with a sigh)
“No kidding? You definitely don’t look it.”
So apparently I don’t look like I’m 30. Yay?