March 14, 2008
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Sunscreen
I’m hitting a manic phase right now. Mmph….. hopefully, I’m writing this at the tail end. And it’s better than it used to be. See – complete sentences and everything! I want to say there’s more discipline in my body and the mind follows. But it’s more like there’s more purity in my mind and the emotions are overruled.
Everyone keeps trying to set me up with people they know. At least once a week, I get propositioned with “Come to _______, I have a friend/brother/neighbor I think you’ll like.” And inevitably, it’s some decent, nice guy who has some of the qualities on my list for suitable life partner, but more often than not, he’s much too young.
“He looks so serious….. Is he serious?…. Being a Marine, I s’pose he’s got to be somewhat serious about….. stuff,” I ramble, mostly to myself, as I hold the glossy bit of color between my forefinger and my thumb. I glance from the photo to the father and find no resemblance other than the straight slash of a small and inexpressive mouth, the downturn at the corner of the eyes.
“That’s his graduation photo. They told him to look that way when it was being taken,” he responds.
“Hm…… He’s definitely handsome…… How old is he again?”
“Nineteen.”
“………..Cradle Robber!” I gasp, “I’m not a Cradle Robber!”
“How old are you???”
“I’m old!” I want to tell him I’m 35, because that’s what I tell everyone else. Makes me feel …. I dunno, Warhol-esque. But I settle for telling him I’m almost 30, which is technically true. Dita tells me I look/act like I’m 25, which is prolly why I keep getting set up with the young’uns.
Seriously, I’d like someone more my age – in all aspects of that phrase.
