Last Saturday at my Karate class there were a few new people. It was the first class of the semester and they had announced on their website “Beginners Welcome!”. The Karate club is part of the different Columbia student’s associations and it’s opened to everyone affiliated with the university. TC is a graduate school, and it has it’s separate building from main campus, so I’m not use to encountering that many undergrad students in my day to day. This time though, it was different. The class was in one of the lawns of the main campus and I noticed there were a lot of undergrads as part of the group, which was fun, it’s always nice to be surrounded by young people, but little did I know I could pass by one of them. At the end of the class, while putting on my shoes, I sat next to this guy who had been practicing with us, he was one of the three new people (me included), so I asked how he liked the class. We got to talking and I asked him if he was new at Columbia and where he was from. We chatted a bit and then suddenly he asks “So you’re a freshman too?” Can you imagine my surprise?! I immediately thought “Oh my God, he thinks I’m 18!??! How can that be?” I cleared up the misunderstanding, but needless to say, he made my day!
Yesterday at the student orientation day at TC I was representing my student organization FRSE (Forum on the role of Religion and Spirituality in Education) and was there in front of my poster talking to people and persuading them to sign up, when a guy stops by and starts chatting. He told me he was from Panama, and was working with the Latino Student Coalition group, he had started at TC in January, and had come directly from college. We were chatting along when I noticed he was flirting with me!?! And then suddenly he asks me my age. I know it sounds weird, but the conversation went something like this:
Guy: So how old are you?
Me: How old do you think I am?
Guy: Why do women always say that?
Me: Because it’s a wrong question to ask. You should know better.
Guy: Ok, I have a number in mind.
Me: aha?
Guy: 27!
Me: Nope.
Guy: higher or lower?
Me: : ), higher.
Guy: 30?! (with a no way look on his face)
Me: four, thirty four.
Guy: … so are you married?
Me: : )))))
Isn’t this hilarious? First I pass as freshman and then as a 27 year old! I might be aging as the week progresses, I wonder when I’ll hit my actual age? ; ) Well… I guess I could be 27… but I’m not, I’m 34, and no, I’m not married, not everyone over 30 is married! He’s definitely NOT from NYC! Anyhow, being hit on a boy just out of college made me smile, so cute.
Life is too short... 