When I was nineteen I was at a bar with two of my professors when a friend of theirs asked me on a date.
I declined, with the barbed explanation that I was too young for him.
He was surprised by this and asked, How old do you think I am?
I guessed he was forty. He was twenty-five.
I still thought he was too old for me, but I went on the date. It was fun for a little while, then he was a pretty reliable source of misery for the entirety of my twenties.
I was reminded of this because there are people, apparently, on TikTok who are asking strangers, How old do you think I am?
This is a question you should only ask if you are truly willing to receive any possible response. Regardless, it’s not going to end well.
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Geezercore
Maybe we should all ask to see birth certificates, altho some people are born old farts, so that may not help. Sounds like that may have been the case with your date.