Eli had dropped me at the library to run in to get some books. I was in and out in fifteen minutes, and as I waited at the curb for him to return, a young man with a backpack came to stand next to me.
“Waiting for your ride?”
“Yup.”
“Me too.”
Awkward silence. The front of the library is a big enough space, and he didn’t have to be standing that close to me, unless he intended to make further conversation. He did.
“You look awfully familiar. Don’t I know you?”
“Probably not.”
“Yeah, sure I do. Haven’t I seen you around [Local] High School?”
“No. I graduated from [another local] High in 1999.”
“Oh.”
Poor guy. When you’re in high school your pickup lines are pretty lame to begin with, but at that age you also haven’t learned the college guy’s screening process: check the left-hand ring finger before starting conversation.
I’m only 25 years old, definitely still young, but not that young. Is this a compliment, like getting carded when you’re forty? Or is it more like being asked by the door-to-door salesman if your mom is home, when you are the mom in the home?
Posted on February 11th, 2007 by Dove
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What a compliment! Since leaving high school, I’ve been mistaken for being 30. Not once, but all the time. I’m only now 27! Oh well… I’d be flattered (in some ways, at least) if a high school kid thought I might also be an attendee!