Old People Say The Damnedest Things.
I had the MOST awkward experience the other night. While at dinner at the Woodstock Inn with the S.O, his father, his father’s girlfriend, one of the head professors of the Business major at my college, and a Business student who had just published a book and given a reading at the S.O’s dad’s bookstore, conversation turned to age differences in relationships. After regaling the table (minus the S.O, who had excused himself to the bathroom,) with tales of my 15 year old mother meeting my 23 year old father and getting hitched 2 years later, and the eerie coincidence of my first boyfriend being 24 when I was 16, I made some flip comment about how the magic age difference in my family is 8 years. This prompted the Business professor— one of my S.O’s leading professors and influential people— to ask what the age difference was between my S.O and I. I told him, truthfully, that the S.O is 4 months younger than I am. And he replies,
“Well, then this relationship is doomed.”
The table PLUNGED into silence. Me, my S.O’s father, and his father’s girlfriend were in SHOCK. Finally, after some playing with my bracelets, I piped up with, “Actually, it’s going well, and is, um, my most serious relationship to date…”
To which my S.O’s father asks, “After a month?”
I ended on the stellar note, “I was a little bit of a heartbreaker in high school.”
And then the S.O came back, and I got to tell him the story over a VERY dirty martini later that night and we had a great tipsy laugh knowing that we’re “doomed.”
Long story short: Most awkward of awkwards.