First off, apparently I look 12. Fine. Yes it annoys me, yes it makes me self-conscious for some dumbass reason, and yes I wish it weren�t true, but I guess I can accept it. Someday it will work to my advantage, and when I�m 40 people will think I�m 25. But why do people feel the need to point it out so blatantly? I understand people who have to card you. It�s their job. But when people you meet (or in my case re-meet cause let�s face it I�m meeting noone new in Cozad) loudly exclaim, �Oh there�s no way possibly you�re 23 years old! You don�t look like you�re even out of high school�, I begin to get pissy. I can�t even laugh it off anymore, cause it�s literally happening on a daily basis. People don�t even order drinks from me at the restaurant cause they assume I�m not old enough to serve them. Well guess what people? I�m old enough to serve them, I�m old enough to make them, and thank God since I have to deal with you I�m old enough to drink them.
But then there�s point two. Once I actually convince someone of my age, I have to go about explaining why it is I�m not married. And this conversation is starting to get vicious. I�ve spent this weekend in wedding land for a couple I�m very happy for. But for Holly and I, it was a sad scary trip in single girl hell. 98% of the guys there were married. The other 2% there was obvious reasons why they weren�t. All the other girls except for one that we met were married. We found ourselves in a hotel room with everyone getting their hair done while they talked about china patterns, carpet samples, and birthing woes. I�m sorry! I should not nor want to be in any conversation where the word �hemeridging� is being used! But by far the absolute worst part of this situation is a simple question and look. The question: �So when are we going to be celebration your big wedding?� Accompanied by a look of pure pity because no I�m not currently seeing anyone and no I have no wedding bells in my future. Normally I�m confident enough to shake it off. I smile and nod, while muttering under my breath, �I�ll get married when the absolute perfect man comes my way because I�m never settling for anything less than best so I can end up some cynical droll that makes single women nervous just because she�s jealous she never made a life for herself.�
Ok I had to get that all off my chest before someone here took the broad end of a bitter bar. And for the record, at the bouquet toss, Holly and I backed away, gave each other a hi-five when we didn�t get it, and headed straight for the open bar!