A very nice young man called me “young lady”. It was ironic. I cried.
I mean I can see calling a 90 year old ancient one, “young lady” and it is cute. Awww…look you made her giggle.
But dude…dude. It hurt. I am decades off being eligible for that joke! Decades! Man do I look that bad?
What hurt more was I laughed like a drain. Not coyly, not embarrassed, not shy, I laughed because it was funny. He is young and kind and sweet. It’s adorable. It was meant so kindly.
I might stop crying next week.