You're too old for me, I'm too old for you

Age is just a number. I've heard this so many times, and at a certain point and it's true. But only to a certain point.

In my mid 20's as long as they were old enough to drink it was ok, and there were few that would attract my attention if they were over 10 years older than me.

Now that I'm early to mid 30's 28 sounds young! I've been in a situation where I've been around high school youth for 15 years as a professional and I have a younger brother. Both are reasons that make me feel old and slightly inappropriate if they are younger than 28.

Even today it seems 10 years older is an understandable threshold for my attraction.

I have a theory. If you were IN high school
while I was around high school youth in a professional capacity, I'm too old for you.

If you are too old to keep up with me, you're too old for me.

Recently I proved, I'm too old. When I was younger, pulling a 24 hr. + wasn't much, I could crash for however long I needed with little or no responsibilities. Those responsibilities snuck up on me, even if I want to pull out the 24 hour fun. My girlfriend and I went to the movies recently (the only date I've had for at least two months). Afterwards she was supposed to meet with a "blind date" for a few drinks. Finding out she was with a girlfriend early in the night spurred a need for him to "find a friend" it seemed.

We agreed to head to the bar for a bit. A few drinks and a few games of pool and soon the conversation turned to a bon fire. The young punks, neither gentleman had hit the big 30 yet and hadn't even edged to 29, wanted to build one and have us sexy women around it to partake in a few cold beers.

We even debated on building a "white man's fire" or an "indian fire".  For those of you that don't know,  a "white man's fire" is big and hot and you have to stand back to enjoy while the "indian (or native American for you non okie, politically correct folk) fire" is small and you get close to enjoy it.

It was late already and I knew I had an early morning, but was some how convinced it was a good idea to head out to the country. An "indian fire", cold beer and conversation was a great time. Until I realized I only had enough time to shower, change and go again a full day ahead.

I'm not one to get hung over, but the next day with no sleep was rough. It took me nearly 48 hours to feel like myself again. I just don't bounce back like I used to.