Lying About Your Age-Here’s How You Should Do It
“So this will be your 25th birthday,” a new acquaintance joked recently when he heard of my upcoming birthday.
There was that assumption again. When people — particularly women — get to a certain age, we’re supposed to lie about our age.
Certainly some people sign up for the game.
My own mother, born in 1936, still celebrates her 29th birthday.
My friend Betsy, a devout Catholic, got to the age of 33 and decided to stop counting. “Good enough for Jesus,” she figures, remembering Jesus’ age when he died, “Good enough for me.”
Last spring, I hosted a luncheon in honor of the 7th anniversary of Betsy’s 33rd birthday. You do the math.
This lying about your age business, the more I think about it, is a great idea.
Just, one with a twist.
Seems to me, if you are inclined to lie, it makes more sense to lie “up,” rather than down.
See, if I tell you I’m 19 years old, chances are you’ll raise an eyebrow of pity and say, “Ooh, Child! You must’ve had some years of hard living!”
But, if I tell you I’m, say, 65, you’re sure to be impressed and exclaim, “Wow! You look amazing!”
So, go ahead.
How old am I?
How about 104?