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This week, about six different people thought I was over 25 years old. I can understand the occasional mistake, especially from people I don't know very well, but I was casually talking with a couple of classmates at school that I have known for a YEAR and they guessed my age wrong! "Well if I didn't know you Dave, I would guess you're 27...but you're around 24 years old right?"
When I told him that I'm 21, they were like: "Shut up! Get out of here! Really? That means you're younger than us!"
Grrr.
You know this isn't the first time either...I seem to have a real problem on my hands! I've actually had people think I was my dad's younger brother. Sigh.
Of course, I have consulted with friends and family for advice on what to do. Olive Oil anti-wrinkle cream and Rogaine? I surely hope not...
My niece suggested that I should start wearing baggy jeans and dye my hair. Perhaps the skater look will make me look younger. Hmmmm...
Once, when talking about this problem with a group of friends, one friend cheerfully described the miracles of plastic surgery as the solution to all my problems.
"Really," I asked.
"Yup," she nodded. Then she added, "yeah...get the doctor to add a tail or something..."
Posted by Dave at February 24, 2001 12:00 AM