Fast forward to just a few months ago on my birthday.
Location: Olive Garden
Day: Nineteenth birthday
Dad: "You choose it's your birthday."
Me: "Dad." (scowling)
Waiter: "Really? How old are you?"
Me: "19".
Waiter: "Really?"
Me: "Yep."
Waiter: "I thought you were like 15 or 16. Is she really 19?"
Mom and Dad: "Yes."
This happened a few times. The rest of the time he just kept on looking at me in aw like I was some kind of freak show at a circus.
Now this last week.
Location: Grandma's ward relief society activity.
Day: Umm... yesterday.
Lady: "So, are you on Spring break?"
Me: "No, I'm actually graduated."
Later:
"So how old are you?"
"19"
"Really, I was thinking like 14 or 15."
People keep on telling me I'll be grateful for looking young later in life. I don't think so. How am I gonna get married if people think it's illegal to date me? I'll probably just end up an old cat lady. But all the cats will stay looking like kittens. 
2 comments:
People never belive it when I tell them how old I am. Trust me, at my age you'll like that. But I have to agree about the marriage thing....I'll just belive that's why I never date...people still think I'm too young.....yup, gonna go with that.
I've told you this before, but it's better than being 18 and having people ask you where you served your mission. Yeah.
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