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last night i was sitting in a club (there are two things wrong with that statement-- one being that i was in fact SITTING in a club, and fergie was playing; and the other being that i was/am 17 and, like almost all clubs, this one was 21 and up), and like my two friends i was super nervous and pretty much just wanted someone to talk to us. so, as you can imagine we were pretty excited when a cute (24 year old) boy sat down with us. we were talking for a while, and then he found out i was 17, not (as he had presumed) in my early 20's. he grabbed me and said "please say you're joking....please say you're 23." i smiled and shook my head. he kissed my hand and said "maybe later on tonight you'll be 23."
ten minutes later another guy sat down next to me. right off the bat i asked how old he was, and he said 26. i told him i was 17 and he offered to buy me a drink.
24 year old and i were getting along really well and then he bailed cause i was too young. then 26 year old and i had barely introduced ourselves, and he decided i was just old enough. so i got to thinking: is 24 year old a dick? is 26 year old a creep?
to be honest, i don't think it's either. as the night progressed i realized that 24 year old was super mature, and 26 year old was not so much. i have close friends literally from 13 to 28, so my point is: you really can't base your limits on just numbers, just the way you interact.
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