I was out with a couple of associates this afternoon, having lunch and planning some strategies to grow one of my blogs: golfgurls.com (another venture for a prosperous future)… Anyway, I showed my friends the new business card for the blog. It shows a woman in her early thirties swinging a golf club. I mentioned (foolishly) that although it was not a picture of me swinging the club, I wanted to leave the impression with my readers that I was younger than I actually am.
It was at that point that one of the women tried guessing my real age.
Now let me first say that I have always considered myself young at heart, young in spirit and young in demeanor. So I was totally crushed when she guessed an age that is three years older than my actual age! I’m not telling you what that number was, but suffice it to say, her wild guess was just the thing to put me in a royal funk.
Of course, I immediately guessed her age and deliberately added about 10 years to what I knew was the correct age… and so the evil exchange continued. You can imagine the steam pouring from my ears.
We laughed about it later, no hard feelings and all that, but really!!! Do I really look three years older than I really am?
I need to shave my head.