Musings of an irreverent blonde girl

The other day, I was in the car with my friends, driving home from the ski house and we were listening to jams from the 90s.  The Spice Girls, "Wannabe" came on and someone asked, "What year is this from?"  I remembered dancing to it when I was a senior in high school, so I estimated 1997. Suddenly, I realized that 1997 was 16 years ago, which means that half of the high school students today WEREN'T EVEN BORN when I was dancing to that song in 1997.  Then, I felt kind of old. Here's a question: How come high school seemed to last forever, but when I think about the past 4 years of my life, they seem to have flown by?  Four years ago, things weren't all that different for me.  I still lived in Brighton.  I still worked at a job and paid bills.  I still went skiing every winter with the same people.  Being 30 isn't all that different from being 34, in reality (except that your attractiveness goes way down on dating websites).  In sum, think...

A few years ago, I was standing in line for the lift at Wildcat Mountain in New Hampshire, and I said to my lady friends, "You know, I think beards are hot." This elicited quite a response from the group, because normally I am completely into clean-cut guys. I rephrased this by saying, "I mean, I think SKI BOYS in beards are hot." Thinking this was funny and cute-sounding, I later posted this comment on Facebook. Two days afterwards, a senior co-worker came in wearing brand new beard.  He and I were messaging about something work-related and I said, "I think your beard is nice." To which he responded, "...and I can ski." To which I did not respond with anything, because I was completely mortified, remembering that I had friended this person a few weeks back. So then of course I had to awkwardly figure out how to tell him that I did not, in fact, find him attractive in an inappropriate way, but yet still thought he was really cool and was n...