Angels Kisses

So let’s be honest, I’ve never been mistaken for being much older than I am. I have your typical girl next door features, freckles and all. I’m the girl everyone is convinced they have met before or think I look like their cousins neighbors babysitter.  Although I don’t hate my freckles, they have never been my favorite feature. When I was little my grandma would tell me that they were kisses from the angels and that I was so sweet that they couldn’t stop kissing me. However, nothing soothed me more than, “Don’t worry dear; you’ll grow out of them when you are older”. I am 26. Still have freckles. They keep getting WORSE. So although I’m used to being mistaken for being younger (most people think my brother is older than I am; he’s 2 years my junior), recently the confusion over my age is getting a tad bit ridiculous.



Another lie someones grandma told them...

A few weeks ago I went up to EastJesusNowhere New York for my uncle’s wedding. It was the first time that almost everyone from my mom’s side of the family was at the same event in almost 8 years. I have quite a few cousins as my mom is one of 6. My brother and I are on the younger end of the age spectrum so I think sometimes it makes it more difficult for my cousins to remember how old I am. They are aware, for the most part, that I am old enough to drink, but after that they are pretty clueless.

Throughout the course of the evening we all caught up, laughed, drank and enjoyed each others company. I was talking to one of my cousins girlfriends and we realized that we were just a year apart; she was 25 and I 26.

The next morning as we are driving back to my uncle’s house for breakfast, my cousins girlfriend turns to me in the car and says the following:

“So I need to be honest with you, last night when I first met you quickly I thought you were 16. Then, as we started talking a little more and I saw you closer up, I figured that you were at least 21. Then after more conversation, I decided, ok, maybe she’s 24. But when you told me you were 26, and older than me. I was shocked.”

My end of the conversation was just me, staring at her, offended and with my jaw to the floor. Mind you, I thought she looked younger as well, but decided to be the bigger person and not mention to her I thought she was a child. Instead, when I was introduced to someone else later in the morning I snapped and said, “Quick, how old do you think I am!” At least they said something closer…like 24.

So just as I am getting over the sting of being mistaken for a 16 year old, I start a new job. Being the new person, most people just stare at you trying to figure out who you are and where you came from before they realize that in fact, maybe you are the new girl that the email was sent out about. Well, currently there are 3 new girls at my office and we have all started within a few days of each other. So, as one of these gentlemen who had stared quizzically at me earlier was introducing himself to us all, he turned to me and said, “Oh, I saw you walking around the office earlier and thought you were someone’s daughter.”…..

I’m pretty sure this was his way of saying, “Wow! I thought it was take your daughter to work day and I didn’t get the memo!”

No. Not only am I not some kid touring the office, I am actually a new Manager, but thanks for the warm welcome!

Someone PLEASE tell me how to get rid of these freckles because they clearly are not helping my case. I know people say I’ll appreciate looking young when I’m older, but for now, it is just an evil joke.  And someone...please tell those angels to stop kissing me!