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So, if you really want to feel old, go out with a group of students. We actually came to a point in the night tonight where a 22 year old young fireman-in-training tried to guess the age of everyone in our group. I stood next to a young woman one year younger than I as he declared that she looked 19 and I looked 24. If we add on the relative years he obviously deducted out of decorum/ I wanna get laid intentions, then I definitely take offense.

What is it about age that makes us so self-conscious? I was out with a group of med students, and the fact that they got to claim that as their excuse for needing a break and being out for a wild night made me feel wildly out of place. I’m obviously not too old to party, but I suddenly felt like one of these things was NOT like the other.

There was a cute boy from New Jersey that I talked to for most of the evening, as his friends hit on my friends on either side of us. On one side they made out and then left after exchanging numbers. On the other side the guy followed us home into the cab, asking during the ride what train he could take at some point to get back to Penn Station (and eventually, home). My cute young guy and I just looked at each other, eyes saying everything, and he leaned in for a kiss. There was no exchanging of numbers, no promise of a date in our future, just a reassurance that our evening spent in conversation was built on a mutual physical attraction and convenience for our friends. I wouldn’t call it pity, because it seemed to be all that either one of us wanted.

I guess with age I’ve learned what I want, and not to be ashamed to walk away from what I don’t. I’m free from regret, and I’m not waking up with a silly Jersey Boy in my bed in the morning.

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