Saturday, March 18, 2006
I admit it. I may not actually look 26 years old. But I promise you two things: 1) that is my real age and 2) it is never good to tell someone how young they look unless they are over 40. It's kind of like asking a woman if she is pregnant only to find out she has weight issues. Let me illustrate. When out to dinner for my mom's birthday, my friendly mother saw some friends at a nearby table and went to say hi. Mom is always proud to introduce her daughter and is quick to point out that I am a social worker, often before anyone has a chance to inquire as to what I do for a living. Unfortunately, this time she was not quite quick enough. The offender sweetly asked if I was home from college for Christmas break. Now most people would recover and apologize after learning that I graduated from college almost 4 years ago. However, the table of women proceeded to comment on how they never would have guessed I was this old and how young I look and how, of course, I will appreciate it someday. Yep, it is my curse, and boy am I banking on the fact that it will one day be my blessing! For now, I soldier on. When my patients raise an eyebrow at my fresh face, I give my credentials cheerfully and proudly. After a few minutes of conversation, I can usually win them over; I am such a sweet young lady after all! Of course the next thing I know they're suggesting that they set me up with their sons, grandsons, nephews, neighbors, or any nice single man they know. Now there's a compliment!