I spent my 40th birthday at a restaurant overlooking the ocean in Orange County. I had a conversation with with door man and I told him that it was my birthday.
“How old do you think I am?” I said, bracing myself.
He looked me over and said “30?”
I was shocked.
“30-what?” I said.
“30.” He said.
I smiled so hard.
“Actually, I turned 40 tonight!”
“NO way!” he responded. “You don’t look 40 at all!”
A few months later, I was at a party in Miami. The bartender was a handsome, young man. We got into a deep conversation about not letting me drink too much wine and “how old do you think I am?” came up for some reason that I can’t explain.
“32?” He said.
I smiled and said “Actually, I’m 40.”
He was impressed and I can’t lie, I felt proud.
(Me, in the middle, at the party. The smile on my face is says “I’m 40, but everyone thinks I’m 30.”)
A couple of weeks ago, I was in line at Target. There was a young couple buying toys for their little boy. I started a conversation with the lady.
“These toys make me miss my boys being little!” I said.
We started talking about kids and how fast they grow up and how one day you blink and they are 19 and in Marine Corps boot camp.
“No way.” Her husband said.
“No, really. My son is in boot camp! I wouldn’t lie about that.”
“I wasn’t talking about your son. I meant there’s no way you have a son old enough to be in the Marine Corps.”
“Oh, but I do. He’s 19.”
“I refuse to believe it.” He said, while his wife agreed. “There’s no way you’re older than 30.”
Just like I once believed I looked like a baby angel when I sleep, I was starting to believe that I do not look my age. I look young! 32 AT THE VERY OLDEST! I’m so blessed with great skin! And NO PLASTIC SURGERY OR BOTOX! Pretty Sleeping Youthful Baby Angel Face!
On Thursday night, I found myself in a bar in Times Square dancing and laughing with two of my very best friends. The bar was filled with people of all ages. We eventually made friends with a really fun group of people. They were young– definitely NOT in their 40’s. At some point, one of the girls said “Today is *insert name here*’s birthday!”
“Happy Birthday!” I shouted. “How old are you?”
“Oh, I’m old.” He said. “27.”
I laughed. You think THAT’S old? I’m old.
Feeling confident in my I Don’t Look As Old As I Actually Am status, I blurted out “How old do you think I am?”
He didn’t want to play along at first.
“Go ahead! Say it! You won’t offend me!”
(Sleeping Baby Youthful Angel Face.)
He looked at my face. I smiled all confidently.
Leave it to a New Yorker to have the balls to be honest with me. Stay real, NYC.