Oh Boy

Tonight I had a wonderful time swing dancing. I even met a few pretty cool people. I was having a grand old time dancing, getting to know strangers, smiling, ya know... chillin' out. Then it happened, a oh so much older than me nineteen year old boy, yes boy not man asked how old I was. Why would I lie about my age? Seventeen I said without thinking twice. The response was not wanted... "Oh, you're illegal." llegal? Illegal for what? To buy cigarettes? To buy pornography? To buy something expensive? To get a lottery ticket? To have sex with? Well, excuse me! That turned the conversation around, I believe I was seen as a child after that statement. I thought it was darn rude of this boy to say that, and to act differently once my age was exposed. Hmph, well I was done talking to him anyway. I'd much rather be seen as a little girl than some hoochie mama that's only being spoken to because she's "legal."