One of TheBF's college buddies married a woman about a decade younger than him, as several of them have done. I am older than TheBF and his college friends, and a whole generation older than many of their wives, many of whom are as young as the bride.
At the wedding reception, we were sitting at a table with a few of the bride's friends from high school. While making small talk, the conversation turned to colleges and one of the bride's high school friends asked me a question that made it very obvious that she assumed that I was her age. This woman wasn't in the same generation as me!
I looked at TheBF in surprise as it dawned on me, and he was grinning at me from ear to ear, looking almost proud. He knows how self-conscious I am about my age, about always being the oldest whenever we get together with his friends and their wives. It truly made me feel good. :smile:
Then a few weeks later I was called a "cougar" for the first, second, and third time in my life, by three different men from my home town who have known me for a long time and who were giving me a hard time over being with TheBF. So that sort of took the shine off just a little bit. :tongue: