How old are you?
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.
