So a strange thing happened to me the other day… My dear friend Hyim, whom I absolutely adore, had a show at Porter College on Tuesday night, and I cruised over there to show my support. The show was out in the middle of the Porter quad, and the crowd was made up of mostly undergrads, many of them probably first or second year. It was so strange. As most of you know, I turned thirty this year, and am almost ten years removed from my college years. I still work at the University, and live in a college town, so I’m used to being around students. But when schools started up this year, for the first time, I feel so much older than these kids, like I’m part of a totally different generation. Until it dawned at me that I am a part of a different generation.
The thing that drove it all home was when I got hit on by this sweet, sweet boy. We’ll call him Smith ;-). So I’m sitting on the bench, waiting for the show to start when Smith walks by and asks me what’s going on… Never missing a chance to sing Hyim’s praises, I tell him my friend’s band is playing, describe Hyim’s sound/style, and encourage him to stay and check them out. So he does. Sits down right next to me on the bench and we’re chopping it up and hanging out the rest of the night.
Eventually come to find out that Smith is only twenty years old. A baby. I actually exclaimed, “God, I was TEN when you were born!” after he told me, LOL. He also could not Believe I was thirty.
“How old are you?”
“Guess.”
“Twenty-two?”
I had to laugh. “Higher.”
“Twenty-three?”
Shaking my head. “Higher.”
“Uh, twenty-five?”
I guess I still got it 
Anyway, this blog is not about my brush with pedophilia, lol. Hanging out with this boy really showed me how much time has passed without me noticing. College feels like it was just yesterday, even though it was actually almost ten years ago that I graduated. I am no longer in my twenties (thank god!), and for the first time, I really see the difference. Sure a part of me misses the youthful idealism, uninhibitedness, and irresponsibility that marked my twenties… But I don’t miss the insecurity, uncertainty, and instability of not knowing who you are or where you’re going. I wouldn’t trade the calm and clarity I have in my thirties for anything. I can actually enjoy life now, with a seasoned sense of perspective. Older and most definitely wiser. I don’t know why people approach their thirties with so much anxiety and dread – this has been the best year of my life.
Smith did ask me for my number at the end of the night (he seemed to be digging the whole ‘older woman’ thing), which flattered the crap out of me (he is way, way hot and reminds me of an old flame who I’ve never really gotten over), but every time I think about dating him, it feels sooooo inappropriate. I mean, technically he’s of legal age, but just barely. LOL. Maybe when I’m 40 and start dating 30-year olds it won’t feel so icky 
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