I am the current Secretary of my GLBT law group. I was looking forward to retiring but I got snookered into running again (no one else would do it).
When I went to the Elections, there were three gay boys running for President.
The first one gets up, and in a self-depreciating manner, states that he realizes he is “old” but we should all vote for him. I think he was all of 25.
The gay girl I was sitting next too was also a non traditional student. She scoffs. And we threw things at him.
The next pretty boy gets up there, an au contraire, he is sure he is the oldest one in the room. He was all of 27. The gay girl and I start laughing, loudly.
I ended up voting for those two because they were better looking then the one kid who hadn’t made the age jokes.
After the election, the gay girl next to me, turns and says, “You are older than me, aren’t you? You are in your thirties?”
I said, “Look here kid, I’m 39.”
She looked absolutely – appalled. “I had no idea…” she choked.
I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or offended. There were so emotions I was experiencing.
I don’t know if it is good genes, or if my overall immaturity that throws people off.
I was engaged in some age appropriate activities this weekend. I was at a party where we were discussing the local school zones. The parents were really active and did things like attend committee meetings and form focus groups. They knew their state reps, and even called the Mayor’s Educational liaison.
I was impressed, but my mind kept wandering to Aston Kutcher. Do you really think he could beat CNN?
BTW – I have been a little depressed, and I told Jen she needed to help snap me out of it. We can either go to Disneyworld after my internship is over or I can get a boob job. Her choice.