It's been a while (a really long while). I just had to blog about my recent discrepancies on the topic of AGE and RELATIONSHIPS. I am quite baffled by the magnitude of people saying that AGE IS JUST A NUMBER. PUTA MADRE. No its more than a number. IT REPRESENTS something far deeper than just a trivial representation of how old you are.... IT REPRESENTS.... maturity, respect, and wisdom ETC.
After some hard partying last night, I was talking to my date... APPARENTLY, he's younger than me ~(8+ months). WHY THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME JUST NOW AND LET ME JUST VOMIT ALL THE ALCOHOL I JUST INGESTED.
All of a sudden, I felt my whole world shatter... like I was lied to... I was DECEIVED. He didn't lie about his age but he never told me. GAWD. really?! I FELT LIKE ONE OF THOSE SILLY CARTOONS WHERE THEY DROP AN ANVIL ON TOP OF YOU. I was speechless for a while.
I couldn't get over it. I tried to let the AGE thing pass. OBVIOUSLY, that didn't happen. All I could think of is I'M A CRADLE SNATCHER, A COUGER AND A BABY SITTER. WTF. A guy older than me is one of the only few criterion I WANT. OMG. THIS IS BEYOND HORRIBLE.
PUTA MADRE. PUTA MADRE. PUTA MADRE.