Oh To Be Young Again…NOT!

Okay, it would be nice to eat with impunity again, stay up all night and go to school/work the next day without looking like dog’s breakfast and have the “girls” sit where god originally intended. But, I have never been one of those people who wanted to stay young forever. I have always looked forward to my 40’s- for some reason, I always figured I would come into my own then.

As close as I am to that magic decade, I reverted to the mental age of 14 yesterday afternoon.

I had made arrangements for someone to come in and sign some documents in front of a notary and the notary was nowhere to be found. So, in my defense, I was already a little flustered when I rushed into the lobby to greet him.

I think I stumbled slightly…He was VERY cute, but alas, also VERY married with two kids. (Of course he is!) Cute and a little scruffy with a winning, easy-going personality…(sigh). I casually overheard that he was of Scottish descent (of course he is) but thankfully without an accent because that would have been just TOO much. (I have a thing for not especially tall, slim men from the British Isles, Australia and New Zealand. I know, very predictable.)

When I thought he had left the building, I went to reception and we gushed a little about how cute he was and wondered about his age and if he had any brothers. Just silly girl stuff but then I walked around the corner and almost ran into him looking into the swag closet for some stuff for his kids.

I literally scooted back to reception and mimed that he was right behind the wall. She stifled laughter as I pulled a spy move (peeked around the corner to make sure he back was to me) and ran down the hallway as stealthily as I could in my clunky steel-toed Fluevogs.

I don’t know if he heard us talk about him but it was very much a high school moment- and I really disliked high school!

I always thought that as I approached my 40’s I would be more comfortable with who I am, what I believed in, less socially awkward.

Well, two out of three isn’t bad.


~ by angryegg on December 11, 2008.

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