frozen in time
There’s this woman I know. I wouldn’t call her a friend, though we have friends in common and will find ourselves in the same social situation a handful of times a year. Anyways, I’ll call her Karen (in honor of the singer who sings that Manhunt song in Flashdance).
Karen’s single and on a serious manhunt. She’s going out as much as she can to meet men. She’s on dating sites. She’s making finding a man her second full-time job. While I admire her dedication in this pursuit, there is one major thing she does that annoys the piss out of me.
Karen lies about her age on the dating sites. She sells herself as being 38 years old, when in fact she’s 43. Looks-wise, she probably could pass as 38. Maturity, or immaturity-wise, yeah. I know she’s not the first or last person to lie about their age, but I just can’t justify it in any way, shape or form.
Her reasoning to why she says she’s 38? Because she had her eggs frozen at 38…reproductively she says she’s 38! WTF? Umm, I don’t care when the hell you froze your eggs, your body and uterus are still biologically your real age. Ten years from now, if her eggs are still on ice, is she still going to say she’s 38???
I just don’t get it. I mean, say she meets Mr. Prince Charming and they hit it off…will she come clean about her true age? I can only imagine how uncomfortable that conversation will be. “So, you know how I said I was 38…well, my eggs are 38, cause they’re frozen. But I’m actually five years older.” “Umm, yeah, right, okay…see ya (never)!”
People make me want to slam my head against the wall sometimes.