Acceptance.
I am turning Thirty.
It is happening.
As you can see, I am taking it well :-)
But, in a spasm of desperation I have decided something. I have decided that you are only as old as the youngest age you can get away with saying you are. My friends (also turning thirty, so highly unreliable) say I can get away with 26. I have tried it, and drunk boys believe it. So I am 26. *Sigh* I feel so much better.
On a completely unrelated and not-mid-life-crisis-induced topic, I have been dating a 24 year old. He actually looks 18. Actually, by my new rule that is a bit disturbing... I'm not sure a 26 year old should be dating an 18 year old. Ah well, the rule doesn't really apply to men because the bastards age with "distinction". And a two year gap is perfectly acceptable I'd say.
So back to the horrific topic at hand: the Big 3-0 (isn't it great when people who have already been through this say it that way?? I love it.) I have decided the best way to get through the trauma is to document the day-to-day desperate and inappropriate activities I undertake to take my mind off it.
Day minus-11
Tonight I am meeting up with an ex-boyfriend for drinks (what did I just write about inappropriate activities??) But this is in no way to find out if I am still attractive, and I will in no way depend on his reaction to me for self-affirmation. Nor will I have too many martinis, throw myself at him, and crumple into a ball of sobbing dejection when he rejects me. No no, it is just friendly drinks!
Jokes aside, it really is just friendly drinks. I'm almost 100% positive I don't think of him 'that way' anymore. Well, 94.2%
Let us see how that percentage is effected as the night unfolds...
Watch this space :-)
MissA.x
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