“How old do you think I am?” She stirred her drink and looked at me.
I hate it when a woman asks that question.
If you guess too low, then you are obviously pandering.
Guess high and she is insulted.
“I’m not very good at this.”
“Come on. Really. How old do you think I am?”
She seemed very earnest
“Uhhh…late twenties?” I chose to low ball it (slightly).
“ I’m 34,” and she popped an ice cube in her mouth.
Bingo! I felt warm inside.
I raised my glass, “Here’s to looking young!”
She smiled again, “I’m really 27.”
I was confused but raised my glass again, “And a mighty fine looking 27!”
“Not really,” she said, “that’s why I tell people that I’m 34.”
“Yeah. I’m a good lookin’ 34 but a bad lookin’ 27.”
Is there a big difference?
What has happened to women?
They prefer to look younger and be older rather than actually be younger.
The fault probably lies with the aging baby-boomers who spend lots of money and time working out at the gym and getting facial peels, cosmetic surgeries and all the other stuff that makes a body look younger than its years. Cher’s got to be almost a 100 years old but she looks half her age.
All those youth enhancing tricks complicate the guess-my-age-game. In the olden days it was kind of fun to play the game. But nowadays, if a man guesses high, he implies that the woman has wasted thousands of cosmetic dollars and years of sweaty work outs.
Before a gentleman hazards a guess regarding a woman’s age, he must consider…..how old is she really? And what is her You-Don’t-Look-It Factor? And that may depend on how much she works out? Her diet? How much has she spent on surgeries (of the plastic variety)? When was her last peel? What’s her mom look like?
It is probably better to refuse to guess her age but that comes across as an insult too. Most men learn to duck the age guessing thing. Even with younger women.
Why would a 29 year old woman be sensitive about her age?
I do not know but the painful example provided below is incontrovertible proof.
I was once married to a woman who was 29 years old early in her life.
One afternoon, she and I were meeting some friends for lunch in the lounge of a nice restaurant.
The waitress asked for my lovely wife for her I.D.
My wife had left her purse at home which was far away.
I was very hungry.
The waitress insisted that my wife produce some proof that she was at least 21 years old.
I was very hungry.
A solution came to my troubled mind.
I suggested to the waitress, “Why don’t you take her outside into the sunshine and have a look?” The sun is very bright here in Spokane, so I thought my solution fit perfectly. Well, I thought that for just a second or two.
Careless moments like that may explain why I am no longer married to that wife.
But I am older and wiser.
No one wants to have their age guessed.
And no want wants to be supposed older than they are (except teenagers).
Nowadays when I am sitting in a crowded room and a woman enters looking for a place sit, I do not jump up and offer my seat. That might imply that she is old and frail. I have developed a way to get around making those nasty implications and still be a gentleman.
I offer this tactic to all you modern guys( like myself). Here it is; The woman walks in. No chairs are open in the room. You stand up and speaking loudly so the chairless woman can hear, you say, “I’m tired of sitting. I think I’ll stretch my legs.”
Then you walk away stiff-legged and the woman slides into your vacated seat.
You feel chivalrous. However, do not make eye contact with the woman who takes your vacated chair. Because the eyes are the “windows to the soul” and she might see you for the phony frightened suck-up that you are.
She might want to chat you up. Then she might ask you to guess her age.