Ok - so life in a small Northern Ontario town hasn't been COMPLETELY boring these days (don't get me wrong...it's still pretty boring...but I'll take it. For now).
The more faithful readers will be WELL aware of my angst about aging. This may have been exacerbated by my compulsion to be friends with people 6 years my junior. Maybe. While life as a diabetes educator has not cured me of that particular angst completely (it's more likely now that I'm even MORE scared of getting old when I see what kind of health crap these people have to deal with), I am at least assured that I am not as ancient as my previous, friend-of-twenty-year-olds self had believed.
Score 1 Miss T
To add to this reassurance, last weekend I was carded not once, but twice. The first time was the more hilarious of the two. I was at the LCBO when the lady at the counter asked me if I had ID to go with my purchase of a mid-priced sparkling wine. I laughed, hauled out my brand-spanking-new Ontario Drivers License (disgusting picture, btw...the province doesn't let you smile...one more reason I miss Nova Scotia), said it had been a while since I'd had that request, and handed it over. At this point, there were three people behind me waiting to purchase their weekend's mind-numbing solutions. The woman checked my birthdate, but no, that was not enough. She also felt it necessary to further delay the line-up of people waiting for the sweet relief at the end of their work-weeks to hold the license up to my face for comparison lest I be the kind of rapscallion who tries to use someone else's face at a BRIGHTLY LIT LIQUOR STORE AT 6 PM. This process took at least 120 seconds. I enjoyed every one of them.
Score 1 Miss T
The other id check happened when I joined one of the gyms in town. A twig-sized girl, obviously no older than 17, asked me if I was over 18 when I was filling out my PAR-Q. I'm pretty sure the force of my laughter mussed up her hair. But hey...when the kids think I'm one of them, that can't be bad, right?
Score 1 Miss T
I joined a choir two weeks ago. It a. is not completely (or even slightly) populated with blue-haired old warbling women, and b. a step in the right direction if I want to diversify my extra-curriculars so my life isn't just about failed debating. And I'm pretty good at it. One might say I'm an asset. Or at least, I might. Because I'm fly like that.
Score 1 Miss T
After the first choir practice, I had pizza with a guy in the choir. It was kind of spur of the moment, but he sprung for the pizza. We talked for about an hour and a half. We seem to have a lot in common. When we left and went our separate ways, we parted with an awkward hug.
Score...shit. I don't know.
Did I just have a date? There was food and good conversation and someone treating, but it wasn't pre-planned. Does that make a difference? If it WAS a date, how'd I do? I wasn't prepared. Can I have a re-test?
Also, what do I do with that awkward hug? The post-analysis has been shot to shit by that hug. Does it mean I'm in the friendzone (which would be fine...I'd just like to know), or what?
Here is what I know about the romance-calibre of date endings:
Kiss > Awkward Hug > Handshake > Watching him run away screaming
But THAT. IS. ALL.
Surely hot people know what dates are (I have several friends who have suggested to me that this is the case. They DO know).
Anyway, the limbo I'm feeling on the romantic front kind of echoes the limbo I'm feeling everywhere else. My life isn't super exciting right now, but hey, at least I look young and fresh, and to some people LIKE A CHILD. Huzzah?
Not Quite Legal Advice
11 years ago
Fun fact: I was ID'd TWICE this weekend. During the same evening. At the same establishment (the Shoe Shop). It was awesome.
ReplyDeletei lurve you miss t
ReplyDeleteI don't know. An awkward hug might not be awkward on the other person's end until you point out how awkward it is.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the initial hug intention was genuine, but your "oh, is this a hug now? Are we people who are lovers?" reaction may have turned it into an over-thought awkyhug - (you didn't initiate a hug, did you? You were too long in the land of friendly fish-eaters, maybe).
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ReplyDelete1. I Looooove your blog
2. The whole date/not date thing, who cares?? You had a good time right? From the sound of things, so did he. So my little self suggests (and you don't really have to listen to what I have to say) is to not overthink this one. From the sound of things, if it wasn't a date, you made a great acquintence in a strange town. If it was a date, it included great convo and great food (:p). So Score 1 Miss T!