THE BIG 30.
I promise the number may seem a little scary, but once you hit this age, you’ve seemed to stop caring so much what other’s think or say. It’s like a balloon that is somehow set free! Free to first off, stop trying to shop at Forever 21 anymore and free to be you!
I remember being 29, only a week away from being 30 and having this anxiety attack. Would my world suddenly come to an end next week? Would all the men in Los Angeles think I was “too old” too date? What happens to a girl who looks like she’s in her twenties, feels like she is in her teens, yet somehow that damn driver’s license says otherwise?!?
The very recollection of this memory makes me giggle, because in fact the very opposite happened. But of course, without fail, I did experience some morons who tried to prove me right.
I was set up by a friend on a date with a guy who’s sister is a famous actress and his brother-in-law is even a bigger name in Hollywood. My friend told me he was super cool and laid back. We went on a few dates, had an amazing time together until he made a comment that would forever change the way I viewed age.
On about our fourth or fifth date, we somehow got on the topic of women’s age. Unannounced to him, I was one of the girls he was rambling on and on about. He said “well you know it’s funny in Los Angeles, women disappear when they turn 30.” Baffled and in disbelief, I laughed nervously as I sipped my shiraz, “I’m sorry,” I said, “women disappear?? where do they go? Is there a purgatory for 30 yr olds?”
He proceeded to tell me that men in LA preferred to date women 21-29 because somehow when women get to 30, they are soo bitter about their past relationships that it makes them virtually impossible to date. After gulping my wine at this point, I took a deep breath and asked, “Is that what is going to happen to me next week?”
Amused and confused, he smiled and replied “No beautiful, you have a few more years before that will happen to you.”
I laughed again, and remarked, “I turn 30 in a week.”
Silence filled the air as the expression on his face went from laughter to shock. He had no clue how old I was and he thought I was in my mid-twenties. So I’m not sure I believe his little theory about women “disappearing” when they turn 30. Because I am still very well here. But I do think that women smarten up when we turn 30 to not date douchebags that are age-ists anymore. I think if LA men can’t date a sexy, smart, and successful 30 year old it’s only because of one reason, they are insecure and know that we won’t put up with their games. (laugh)
What does 30 look like? I’ve always been told “You don’t look 31.” I use to question that all the time. Does 30 have a look? If 40 is the new 20, does that make 30, the new 10? because I am not sure I want to go back to being 10 again. Now when I get told I don’t look my age, I can smile and say, “This is what 31 looks like and it feels even better.”