"Is it true that women should marry men older than they are?" I asked.
Juvy, married with children, nodded askance. "Yeah, I guess so. It has got to do with maturity, I think."
I can't help but raise an eyebrow. Older, older, older... but.... "But all the guys I've liked in the past are either my age or younger. What does that say about me?"
"You like powdering baby butts?" came the quick reply.
Do I? Shoot.
Juvy's last remark: "Don't worry dear, he'll come. He'll find you."
Then the phone rang. It was for me.
*wink, wink!* ;D
How long does one have to wait? And how do you know if you're the one who's supposed to make the move now?
"It's all about pheromones." Mariel told me once, when we were in college. "You just like people your nose likes."
"So my future depends on this thing in the middle of my face? I was hoping it's fate or destiny or at least logic or something."
"If his smell makes you puke, could you stand being with him?"
"Well, I don't know... yet... Maybe it can be about liking a guy for being nice or smart or witty.." I scratched my head. "Maybe I should go try to smell a guy first."
Mariel nodded sagely. "You'll get there."
Olivia five years later: I haven't gotten there..... Tomorrow, I'm trading my nose for a functioning one. ;P
Ella looked at me amused. "Ate, how old are you?"
"25. Geesh, do you have to ask? It's not like we live ten countries apart, y'know."
She shook her head slowly. "Wow."
"Just one more year and you would be qualified to star in the sequel of Never Been Kissed."
"Well, look at it this way... At least I still have a long way to go before I make the sequel to the 40-year-old Virgin."