Sunday, August 12, 2012

Young Suitors

If any single ladies are in need of an ego boost, I highly recommend a visit to Renegades  on a Tuesday night. Tuesdays are ladies' night. On a recent visit, with a visiting Canadian friend, she and I lost count of the number of "gentlemen" that hit on us. Seriously. Oh, did I add that the large majority of our suitors ranged in age from 21 - 23!!! Apparently Renegades is the only bars around that admits 18 year olds.

Are you wondering how I learned the ages of all these suitors? Well, after their poor rookie souls asked my age, yes, you heard me, I asked theirs. It was only fair, right? I was pleasantly surprised that none of them keeled over, passed out, or otherwise fell to the ground after I admitted I was almost 32. Rather they were amazed, told me I looked younger, didn't look my age, etc. Thanks guys!

A warning, though that while these young men may boost your ego with their interest in you, they have not yet learned the boundaries for asking questions of "older" women, or rather women in general. I was asked the following:

"How old are you?"
"32, huh? Have you ever been married?"
"How long were you married?"
"What happened?"
"Do you have children? Why not?"
"So, you're 32, you were married 4 years, and you don't have kids?! Interesting."

What's interesting about that??? It was a lose-lose situation. If I had lied and said I was never married, they would have undoubtedly thought I was a loser, because clearly they thought that since I was so old, I should have been at some point in my LONG life. I suppose because like myself, at the age of 22, when thinking about being 32, I always imagined being married with children. Oh my, what's interesting is how things don't always end up the way you think they will!

When I shared the glorious stories of my exciting evening with the-guy-I'm-seeing (TGIS) he asked why I hadn't taught the poor young souls a thing or two about hitting on women. He's probably right. Hindsight is 20/20. Next time, maybe I will try to gently steer them in the right direction...after a drink or two, of course!