Still Reeling...

Last night, we hosted a cocktail party for some good friends. One of our guests, a guy in his mid-to-late 20s, brought a few of his buddies along. This guest, "John," is very familiar with our old, historic, rather large home because it used to belong to his grandmother, and he wanted his friends to see the renovations we had done. I was immediately introduced as the hostess to a group of John's friends. One of the guys, whom I'll call Jerk, for reasons you will soon see, said that he had yet to meet my husband. When I pointed him out across the room, he said: "Oh, I didn't think he was old enough. He looks like he is 25 or 30." He then guessed that I am
40 years old. 40!!!!!! AAAAGGHHHHH!!!! All of my life, people have guessed that I am younger, and in some cases, much younger, than my actual age. And now, it seems, it has caught up with me. Maybe, as my husband puts it, I was aged by the big house and the pictures of my babies and nieces all over the place. All I know is that a 20-something man thought I looked a full year and a half older than my actual age. I know that I wasn't at my best - that I looked tired and that my skin is in need of some TLC, but still. NO ONE HAS EVER GUESSED OLDER! Was he just being a jerk, or did he really think that I was really that old. I'll never know, but I do know that this calls for emergency action. I've already booked a hair appointment for Tuesday, and next week I am finally going to make it to the dermatologist. It might finally be time to take the plunge and invest in Botox! I'll keep you posted.