The Age Old Song

What is wrong with love between a man of 30 and a woman of 20? Your mind would tell you "The ten year age difference, ya fool". But why is that a problem? Because you been told it is forever, or because it really is just a bad idea? You may be asking "Why are you asking this...is this a test?" Well I promise you that this is not a test, a quiz or even a study guide. It is something I have been think about for years now and again this weekend the ugly "age" dragon reared it's ugly head while I was at the fair.

When I was a senior in high school, I became friends with a fellow friends' little sister. Her (the little sister) sister had been a friend of mine years before and I felt that I should return the favor. Besides, she had guided me through the first year of high school like the wise old woman who's time on earth had given her clarity on all the things of the world. So now I, the wise old owl I had become (yeah right) could help her sister along the way. So we became friends. And we still are. I have called her my baby for years and she always returns the favor to me. But as with most of my relationships with women who I am friends with (not all of them, just alot of them), I found myself finding her attractive. Mostly because the other guys thought she was too. Call me a follower, but I could definitely see it (the only way to describe her would be, and I kid you not, is a brick...house). But my brain stopped me. I would remember "I'm 18...and she is 15...they put guys like me under the jail for stuff like that". And that was that. The fear being some huge guy named Day-Glo's bitch scared me off for...well, god knows how long.

Then time passed.

We ran into each other from time to time, each time she would run up and jump in my arms a long happy hug we would share. Two of these moments stick in my head like a jonas brothers song (now i'm speechless, over the edge and i'm breathless...damn it!). Once she and some of my other class mates visited me at school and came to watch a show i happened to be in at school. in the middle of the hall after the show, I hear my name from across the hall and see a brunette blur come shooting at me and it hit me like a feather lite ton of bricks. My director and the choreographer just bust into laughter because I had this bewildered and pleased look on my face. kind of " I just won the lottery?...seriously?" face. The second time, the role were reversed. I came to watch her show and I was waiting outside the stage door. When she saw me, she handed her things to her slightly(read: very) angered and annoyed boyfriend and again jumped on me like a kid on to a mother who just brought ice cream home after work. Each time we would talk and tell each other to stay in touch and do well. Until the fair.

The show at the fair had ended. The kids (some of them looked like toddlers..was i that small in high school? yesh.) left and went to get there free passes into the midway. My friend and I went to catch them before they dispersed to hit loud, neon maddness of the fair. This time, it was I yelled across the crowd and got her attention. She saw me and came up full speed. There it was again. The "wise owl" and his young apprentice. Lock in an air tight embrace while the boyfriend mug in the corner. But then I noticed. She was all grown up. Looking more like a woman, sounding like one as well. she had grown and I was, dare I say...proud. My baby. Now a woman. A true "diva" in the mold of the girls who I had watch and worked with in my time at the school. We talked for a few scant seconds, about me beigng at home, how she was in the show, and the fact that i should stop by the school while I'm at home. Then she and I went are separate ways. after she left, I asked my friend "how bout that?" and he said "yeah...you should hit that." After I spit out my coke, I then realized why he said that....I was 20 and she was 18...perfectly legal in the eyes of god and the general public eye. (although I'm sure the interracial fact is not so genially looked at.)

And them I thought. should I? not so much "hit that" as try to start something between the two of us. Although I had been thinking about my best friend for some time, my friends let me know I should have something or someone rather before I try to start anything with my "bestie." My brain still said no. "She's a girl, your man" "Remember Day-Glo?" "Just because they did it in Gigi doesn't mean it will work for you." and a thousand other things to keep me in line with the way the world would have me think. So now I bring to you, the blogosphere, my simple question...Is age truly nothing but a number? Or is it yet another way to categorize and discriminate people, no better than race, sexual orientation, or religion. I don't know, but i would love to hear form you on your thoughts on the subject, and on my friend and I. But for now, I'll try to wrap my brain around what a lovely you lady my friend has become...and ways to get her boyfriend to fall off a cliff.

I'm Kidding. A little. But I will leave with a song that lifts my spirits every time I hear it. Not only is it the song of my favorite football club ever (LIVERPOOL FC! YNWA) but it is also the inspiration for the name of my blog. Until next time, later days.

When you walk through a storm

hold your head up high

And don't be afraid of the dark.

At the end of a storm is a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,

Walk on through the rain,

Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone,

You'll never, ever walk alone.

The Weekend Song

Sorry for going away for so long. Had along weekend and Monday with some crazy thing happening in and finally out of the house. On Friday, me and my friend hit the town in search of employment. I gotta pay the bills some how, right? Well I am glad to say that I have an interview this Thursday with "THE" Disney Store in my local mall. I have loved Disney since i was a kid and even thought they are ruining my life a little more every day due to the fact that Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus is everywhere, i would kill to work there. Unfortunately, I'm going to try to fake some love for little miss Montana when i go in so i can get the job. I'll keep you all in formed of how it goes and if i do get the job. On Saturday, i joined me mum to go to the north Georgia (oh, by the way, I live in Georgia...Atlanta, Georgia not war torn being bullied by Russia Georgia) state fair. She got free tickets due to her not so cushy government job. while i was there i ran into an old acquaintance of mine from high school. Not, i am not that shallow to call all of my friends acquaintances, but we really weren't friends, so that would be the appropriate term. She seems to have change quite a bit during the years i have been out of high school. she seemed to actually be interested in what i thought and was doing, quite contrary to her attitude in high school. and in addition to the attitude change, she seemed to be looking quite prettier than she did in high school. not saying she was an ugmo in high school, but at the fair, she was glowing. and i guess i was to, after running in to her :) but enough about that. on Sunday i watched the Emmys and although the host sucked (no disrespect to them. on there own shows they are all great. and Heidi Klum is just the cutest woman ever) i was happy to see my absolute most favorite woman ever (short of all the women in my family because if they weren't my favorites, i might very well lose a limb) Tina fey win about seventy three awards. Monday i returned to the fair and..well..that what the next blog is about...so read on and see what has got me questioning if age ain't truly nothing' but number...