Last Friday I went out with some of my good friends from University. We decided to head to the Madison. In case you have no idea what the Madison is, it is a pub in Toronto that feels as though you’re in a giant maze/frat house.
Because we were close to the oldest people there (28 and up) it felt a little odd as you walked through the bar. There was loads of Abercrombie and Hollister and masses of horny early 20 somethings wandering around hoping someone would go home with them.
At one point in the evening, I went to the ladies room. On my way to the bathroom, I had to walk though these 20 year old boys who appeared all to be in heat. They goggled at every woman as they walked by. On my way to the bathroom I felt like I was about 6 out of 10 and by the time I got to the door I was feeling closer to a 10 than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Anyway, when I came back to my friends they were talking to this young boy (aka 19). He was kind of trying to hit on them (too young to notice the engagement rings) and then he started talking to me.
Me: You’re pretty young aren’t you?
Him: I’m 19, how old are you?
Him: NOOOOOOOOOOO WAY! You look good for your age. I would have thought 20.
Now I admit, I do look and sound young for my age – good for later in life, but bad for career progression.
But seriously, What’s that all about? 28 is not that old. It’s like I was some senior citizen that left my walker at home to have a night out.