Grow Up.

I have a don't ask, don't tell policy...

You don't ask how old I am and I won't ask how old you are.

I mean in the grand scheme of things, does it REALLY matter? Personally I'd rather find out if I even ENJOY having a conversation with you first (and maybe a few other things) before I wonder if our age is going to be a factor.

Made a new friend today...

"Hi, I'm ____, what's your name?"
"Hey! I'm Tori..."
- Insert 60 seconds of small talk -
"How old are you?"
"24."
"Oh, how old do you think I am?"
"22 or 23?" (Based on the real mature question, I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt here -- he was pretty attractive and I was hoping to dig him out of that hole.)
"Ya I'm 23...no, actually I'm 21."

Real glad we established that one.

Surprisingly, while this guy was quick to cut-to-the-chase, I did not meet him speed dating. And on that subject, I regret to inform that I'm 99.9% sure I did not meet my future husband speed dating. Sad day -- had high hopes on that.

Oh and my Aunt Sandi is a pretty AMAZING photographer. I'm not a model but she did have a little fun after our family photos - you can check them out here: Sandi Gentry Photography