Just Ask Me How Old I Am

I had a birthday, and got depressed.

No, not because I’m one year older and, therefore, closer to death. I wouldn’t go back to my twenties, or even my early thirties, if you paid me in a flash-forward vision of the next digital social networking craze (complete with venture capital and a posse of Harvard drop-outs). No, I got depressed because I realized that if I have to hear the words, “Finally 21!” from every other adult male on every birthday for the rest of my life, I may have to learn that martial art that allows you to silence vocal chords and cut off oxygen, while looking liking your caressing said victims neck. However, moderate 50mg generic viagra drinking is not extremely dreadful to the sexual health. Impotence or erectile dysfunction can be defined canadian pharmacy tadalafil as a kind of medicine which helps the males to treat impotency. Yohimbe is considered an aphrodisiac and a Healthful Alternative to cialis from india online , an energy booster and an aid to increase the recuperation abilities. It is tadalafil pharmacy online also known to possess an aphrodisiac effect and helps to improve sexual function and desire.

I think I exhibited an appreciable degree of tolerance the first 500 times I heard said words, or version, thereof. (“Finally 24,” “At last, your of drinking age,” ect.), and then I got in a pissed. Do men have to deal with that kind of condescension?

At the very least, come up with something original, like, “Do you remember when Superfriends was on at 6:00 am on Saturdays?” or even “Happy Birthday! How old are you?” I know it’s uncomfortable asking a woman how old she is in a city where age is viewed as a plague…but so is dealing with the knives coming out of my eyes.

Just for today, I beg, please just ask me my age.