A Prelude to Hair Thursday

It’s coming! Hold your horses!

Last night, I was a tad over-served in the martini department (hence the delay). I was enjoying a few with a fabulous friend when I noticed an older, Tony Bennett clone and his colleagues staring at me from across the bar. Several times I remarked to my friend that this man was staring a hole through us, but of course, that she should not turn around and look. (Which actually sounded more like, “OMG DON’T LOOK NOW HE’S GONNA BUST YOU OMG!” Dude, I have NO game anymore.)

For some reason, he had a particularly nice, mellow stare and it didn’t really bother me too much. (I mean, for Christ’s sake, he was seventy. Or sixty, I don’t know. How old is Tony Bennett?)

After an hour had passed, I looked up and noticed he was gone. I mentioned to my friend that he must have left when all of the sudden, I saw him approaching. (OMG! HE’S COMING OVER, DON’T LOOK NOW! EEK!) However, he was absolutely pleasant, mentioning that he was on his way out, but that he and his friends had been been watching me (You don’t say?) and making guesses about my age and what I did for a living, and he just had to know if he was in the ball park.

I was beginning to think I was involved in one of the worst pick-up schemes ever, but I must admit, I was curious. I asked him what his guess was and he replied, “a hair model”. You’ve got to be kidding me. My friend and I looked at each other and just started laughing incredulously, as we had JUST finished talking about Hair Thursdays and the whole I-can’t-believe-people-actually-ask-MY-advice-about-their-hair thing. How did I get to this point? Seriously.

I told him, “No, but thank you for the compliment”, and he apologized for interrupting our conversation and went on his merry way. (Which, I must admit, was very refreshing. No attempt at cheesy small talk or buying us drinks, he just wanted an answer to his question and let us be.)

Oh! And if the hair compliment wasn’t enough, he thought I was 22. TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD. Unfortunately, for about 12 seconds, I couldn’t remember how old I was. Like I had to mentally subtract 1974 from 2007 in my head before telling him I was 33. Sadly, I don’t think my martini consumption was to blame.

Hello, I’m Whoorl and I occasionally forget how old I am.

(Dear Tony Bennett clone, call me. We can share the cost of our Alzheimer’s medication.)

  1. Laura

    November 29, 2007 at 2:20 pm

    THAT is hilarious. What wouldn’t I give for a compliment like that? I mean, it’s even better than a wardrobe compliment . . because well, you wear the same hair every day. If your hair is fabulous, who cares what you’re wearing . . almost.

  2. Mindi

    November 29, 2007 at 2:20 pm

    Hi Whoorl. We are the same age!!! I always have to think a minute before answering. in my head it sounds like math
    7 – 4 =3 so i must be 33 – but my birthday isn’t until May so when the new year starts I have to remember that the math is a little bit wrong for almost half the year. All makes me look/feel like a moron when trying to tell someone my age.

  3. Heidi

    November 29, 2007 at 2:20 pm

    According to Wikipedia, Tony is 81. I love when those types of randomly intriguing things happen in life.

  4. christina

    November 29, 2007 at 3:01 pm

    i forgot how old i was yesterday, too. i was pretty sure i was 32, but for a second i thought i could be 31 or 33, or … then i had to think back and remember that 31 was my golden birthday and that was more than a year ago. soo … 32.

    it didn’t occur to me until later to do math. 2007 minus 1975 … oh yeah. i think i get confused because my boyfriend is 34 and i just think we’re the same age.

  5. Tricia

    November 29, 2007 at 3:23 pm

    That is an awesome story. I can only hope for those responses when I’m 33. And for the record… I ‘m 21 and I already forget my age. I have to ask whoever’s with me to confirm that I’m remembering correctly.

  6. Laura

    November 29, 2007 at 3:33 pm

    Earlier this year I remarked to my friend that I couldn’t believe I would soon be turning 31. She looked at me and yelled “you ARE 31.” So, I feel your pain.

  7. Becky

    November 29, 2007 at 3:43 pm

    There must be something about those of us born in November, 1974…I’m constantly having to do the math when asked how old I am too.

    I’d totally think you were a hair model too.

  8. kat

    November 29, 2007 at 5:11 pm

    omg, you SHOULD be a hair model! b/c your hair is perfect! you could be one of those people who swish swish their hair side to side in commercials!

  9. bethany actually

    November 29, 2007 at 11:08 pm

    Whenever someone puts me on the spot and asks how old I am, I always forget for a few seconds and have to do the current-year-minus-1975 thing too.

  10. Shawna

    November 30, 2007 at 5:23 am

    What a good feeling to have someone think that you’re so much younger than you actually are. I got carded at the liquor store last week (I prefer to partake of my martinis in pajamas in the comfort of my own home) and was so excited–I haven’t been carded in YEARS. Until the guy explained that he’s really strict and cards EVERYONE. Depressing.

  11. Isabel

    November 30, 2007 at 9:17 am

    Wait, you AREN’T a hair model?

    So just this week I got into a fight with a coworker about how old I am. I was wrong. She was right.

    I am also, apparently, an idiot.

    Oh, and I saw Tony in concert a few years ago. Dude, he old.

  12. She Likes Purple

    November 30, 2007 at 10:15 am

    The last stranger that asked me a random question was a woman in a bar who asked me–while I was holding a beer–if I was pregnant.

    I may not have been as drunk as you when she asked, but I promise I got much drunker than you could have been after :)

    And you do look 22. With gorgeous hair.

  13. kasia

    November 30, 2007 at 10:17 am

    I was born in 1975 and ALWAYS have to do the math when asked my age. I’m not dumb or drunk (well, usually) – maybe just in denial.

    I think I lost a month back when I was like 26 or 27 and since then I just haven’t been able to remember my age at a moment’s notice.

    And martinis on a Wednesday… so jealous.

  14. Karly

    December 1, 2007 at 7:45 am

    A hair model! How exciting!

    I just had to tell you about my first visit with my OB a few years ago. He asked how old I was (couldn’t he look in my damn chart?) and I told him 22. No, wait! 23…um, yeah. 23, for sure. He looked at me like I was dumb and then left the room for me to get un-dressed. When he came back in I had to admit that I was wrong, I was actually 22.

    That sucked.

  15. sweetney

    December 4, 2007 at 6:42 am

    HAIR MODEL? oh man, i suddenly feel so inadequate (attempts to conceal raggedy split ends)