Let’s
start this blog with a confession. I think most of my life I’ve felt a lot
older then I am. Besides that people often think im eight year younger then I
actually am. So you could say there is a big gap between how old (or young)
people think I am and how old I feel.
One good
night out in town I met this boy. We hit it on strait away, manly joking
around. We had such a laugh.
Half way
down the night we also talked a little serious. Work and so…yes, age. I told
him my age (28 at that point) and he told me his age; 25. Not important at all.
We continued having fun.
At the
end of the night his brother came up to me and said: “You do know how old my
little brother is right?” So I told him yes. He is 25. His brother started
laughing. Ok… No, he’s not 25 he’s 21. Oow ok. O well whatever.
We exchanged
numbers and said goodbye. Over the next days we spoke to each other and every
single time we spoke to each other we just had sooo much fun. I remember one
night being on the phone with him and we just chatted away for two hours and I
had a sore belly from laughing.
We met
to go skating. We met to go somewhere for dinner. We met to go out for drinks.
We had fun!
After a
while (ok, not very long) he invited me to go to his brothers birthday. At his
parents. With the family and friends of his brother (who where all my age). I
mostly remember is all the boys looking at me. I could nearly literally hear
them think: what are you doing with him?! And he..he was walking around proud
as a peacock.
Ok, he
was quit head over heels with me. I really like the fun we had!
Until
one day. I had a extremely though day (I went to a funeral). When I spoke
to him all he could do is try to make jokes. It was after that that I noticed
more and more…ok you don’t know how to handle though/shitty situations. More
and more I started to notice that the age different was standing between us
(for the record it wasn’t just that.
But that was the situation that opend my eyes).
So after
a while I told him it wasn’t going to work out. I broke his hart. I remember he
told me: “You will regret it. You don’t know what you’re going to miss out on.
Maybe I am young but I would have been so good for you, you wouldn’t know!”
I do believe
he got a point there. But I couldn’t get over the fact that life isn’t just a
joke. Especially not in my ‘old’ mind.
Im happy
to tell that he found the love of his life how is now enjoying his goodness.
