Now We Are Old

Talking with a friend today of the female persuasion. Yes, don't be shocked. I do have friends who are women, and who are not bound to talk to me because of Ye Olde Artikles of Marryage.

So this friend and I are talking movies. She'd asked if I'd seen anything good lately, and I thought about telling her about No Country For Old Men, but since I'm not really sure how much I liked it, I didn't. I offered up King of Kong, and even though she's not a gamer, she said she might like it.

Fine. Then she tells me what movies she's enjoyed of late. I Heart Huckabees. Eagle Vs. Shark. " I like dry humour," she says as point of clarification. So like a good dork, I start running through movies in my head she might like. Because I suppose I should point out that she's younger than me, but it's not something I really think about. I'm aware I've been on the planet longer than her, but it's not something I sit down and work out on a calculator.

Then a movie I'd seen recently--one I've seen many, many times--popped into my head. And now I remember our age difference, and I wonder if perhaps she missed this when it first came out.

"How about Dazed and Confused?" I asked her.

She smiled, like I was an idiot. "Of course," she said. "I watched that tons of times when I was in high school."

Oh, the pain. The utter pain.

And yes, I did do the math after that. I am easily old enough to be her father. In fact, I've had cats born the same year she was.

Now, where's my sweater? I feel a draft.