Nineteen

Another bad sign is when you almost ask out a girl half your age, not realizing she's half your age

I had something in common with my flirty blonde opponent on the soccer field today: a sense of playfulness.

As an example: My keeper yelled out "everybody mark a player, arm's length" and she and I both stuck our arms out at each other. It was practically a syrupy romantic movie moment, it was so cute.

Except... she was half my age!!  (oh, and thank you Facebook for telling me eventually.)

The Geek often said that she liked that I was a boy sometimes, child-like but not childish. Unfortunately I seem to have forgotten that the exterior I have is not that of a young man anymore.

I'm looking for the female equivalent of me, but I don't see myself as others do.

I am so fucked.