Last night at Nate's NYE party a neighbor who we're friends with came up to me and informed me that, hey, that chick over there that came over with his bunch was 20, and not married, and not seeing anybody, and I should come over to get in the hot tub later. I was busy blowing things up at the time, so I just grinned back at him and said we'll see or something along those lines. Back in the house, Karen started talking to the girl in question in the kitchen, and I just sort of boggled - damn she looked young. Like high-school young.
Don't get me wrong, I can easily picture a 20 year old that I'd ditch the 1/2+7 rule over; rules are made to be broken when they don't fit. I've broken that particular one before, after all. There are such things as bright, witty, engaging, mature 20 year olds. But this just wasn't one of them.
It didn't occur to me until today that it was also more than a little creepy that he dropped invitations to come join the hot tub party to me several times, specifically in relation to this girl being present, without ever actually introducing me to her. Hell, I still don't even know her name.
On a more awesome note,