This is also a joke but I decided to blog about it too.  I was sharing a hotel room with my friend because he's kind of a freeloader.  We were in New York which is unimportant, but doesn't that sound exciting!?  There were these giggling girls in the room next door to us, we could here them through the wall and it was like 2:30 in the morning. 

So, after hearing them having way too much fun for about 30 minutes, I start banging on the wall to get them to quiet down/sleep with us.  Then, they start banging back.  The nerve.  The audacity.  We start playing this game for a while until one of the bolder ones says, "hello..." We start talking and suddenly she chimes in with, "How old are you guys?"  So, I yelled back, "It's probably better for you to tell us how old you are."  They said they were all 18 and 19.  I though, allright, at least hanging out with them is legal if not creepy.  I was bored, they were noisy, this is not a to-catch-a-predator-moment so stop thinking that way. 

We keep trying to flirt through the wall and one of them say's, "Come out into the hallway."  Yes!  So I went out there and this next moment was sad evidence that I've reached a certain age that isn't really young anymore. Not old, but not really young.  I go out there, finding their door waiting outside it, hearing them talk through the door.  They're not coming out like I thought.  They apparently just wanted to check me out.  I hear them talking through the doorway saying the following: "Is he coming out, is he still in the room, I don't know, there's some man outside." 

Some man?  Well, I just went back into my room after that.  Not, "who'se that ma'aan." But man in the yellow hat, accountant, I'm you'r uncle type of man, man. Not good.  Not good.  In no way could I have been a cast member on the Real World to these girls.  In no way did I listen to shitty Emo music.  That's the first time that's happened to me.  Ladies if you are 18 and you don't want to get hit on by an older guy in his late 20's, call him sir.  You'll be free.

I was telling this story to a friend in the grocery store and this middle-aged woman starts laughing and says, "get used to it, it only get's worse."  Hey, this is just an amusing annecdote, you're 45, I'm 27, we have nothing in common, NOTHING!!