Nothing makes you feel old like...

You know, a few months ago, I wrote about how turning 27 made me feel old. Over the past few months, I've been able to get away from that (working with a bunch of 21 year old students and going to football games wearing a Mike Hass jersey will do that), but today my age reared its ugly head yet again.


Bryony called this afternoon and asked me to deliver flowers to her friend Stephanie for her birthday. Being the nice guy I am, I said that I would gladly do it. So on my break from work, I headed to Safeway and picked up the requested two dozen yellow roses (by the way, who knew roses came in colors other than red? And furthermore, I don't even buy my wife two dozen roses! That's some friendship they have!) and then headed over to Stephanies house. I knew where she lived when I stopped by their football after party last week after the game. I remember when I was in college, people always ran the music through their computers. Nowadays, they pipe the music through speakers attached to an I-Pod. Anyways, I pull up to the house, and of course, there's a couple of guys looking very frattish tossing a football around outside. I just prayed that none of them were dating Stephanie or anyone else that lived in the house. I really didn't want to explain to some dude why I was delivering flowers to his woman's house. Besides saying "I'm doing a favor for my brother's girlfriend" doesn't exactly sound like the most believable story.

Thankfully they stayed on the other side of the street, but they definitely were wondering why this guy in business causal attire with gray hair was delivering flowers to the cute girls across the street. At this point I thought about pretending I worked for 1-800-Flowers or something, but my lack of a pen and invoices nixed that idea.

So I knock on the door, praying that Stephanie answers. Of course she doesn't. It's this very cute perky blonde. I use the word perky in a good way.....your typical college girl. She looks as confused as I am. "Ummm....is Stephanie here?"

"Which one?"

Talk about a question you're not expecting. That one caught me off guard. Only in a college town would you expect a cute blonde to answer the door, only to have another equally cute blonde answer the door and then ask you which Stephanie you are looking for. Well, either a college town or a porno. And last time I checked, I was not blessed with a porn star's body.

As I explained which Stephanie the flowers were for and who they were from, I was met with repeated exclamaitions of "Awwww!" and "Cuuuuuuute!" At this point she turns around and yells upstairs "hey come check out the pretty flowers!" I took that as my cue to leave before I had to explain who I was and what I was doing there to any other college coeds.

Was pretty awkward for this bear, but I managed.