In the morning, I was up long before the others and hanging around the common room in the hostel we stayed at, drinking tea. (The hostel refused entry to one of my friends because he didn’t have photo ID and so he had to sleep in the car! But I digress.) One of the guys that worked there asked me how the concert was and then casually tried to ask me how I was related/connected to the guys. He seemed to just assume I was an older sister, and joked that I didn’t really look old enough to be their mother. WTF?? I really didn’t know how to react to this.
It’s what one of our other friends would call a ‘complisult’; that is, a comment that kind of sounds like a compliment but also like an insult.
Like “You’d look exactly like Miranda Kerr if your butt was smaller”, or “You are really funny, which is just as well.” That kind thing.. actually it’s kinda fun thinking them up. But, I digress, yet again.
Now, I am 14-10 years older than these guys, but, I moved to a new town to go to uni, so most people I know these days are that much younger than me. It’s cool, it’s a bit like I’m having a second youth while at the same time finding the joy in my maturity (chronological maturity, that is.) and it has been interesting.
This guy didn’t seem to notice that I was a bit nonplussed, and he looked really surprised when I told him we were all just friends. I resisted the urge to inform him that one of them was also my casual lover.
I sound like I’m bitching, but I actually enjoy these glimpses into how other people’s minds work. I’m a people person!
The main thing is, Les and Primus were awesome and our mate survived the night sleeping in the car in the inner city.
Always an adventure.