The blog of Chris

Never ask anyone how old they are, it’s never going to end well.

Their response is usually: “Guess.”

How are you meant to guess? Do you go younger, do you go older? Do you look at their crows feet and say “32″?

Are they looking for a compliment, because normally it is going to be a lie.

What sort of pointless game is it anyway?  What am I going to do with that information; log it in a little book?…

“Dear Diary, Met Doreen today… she’s 24, but looks 32. Had supper. Must buy some washing up liquid.”

So, yeah. I’ll try not to ask anyone ever again.