Dated

So I'm feeling rather old, being 22 in an apartment with five other girls under the age of 20. I was surprised when one of the moms started chatting to me like a chum. I wanted to say "Hey, treat me like your daughter! I'm still young!" But at that moment her daughter was complaining about how her clothes wouldn't fit in the closet (first world problem) and decided I don't want to be in league with People-Who-Bring-Too-Much-Crap-With-Them-To-College. On the plus side, my room-roommate likes Spider-Man almost as much as I do. I almost died when I saw her bedding was Spider-Man themed. She had a similar reaction when she saw mine. She says it's like destiny. I'm glad destiny is little more than matching a fixation over a fictional character. Oh, and I went on a date last night with one of my coworkers. I didn't know it was a date until my team lead told me he told her that we went on a date. I didn't know it wasn't a secret until then, either. I was hoping everyone at work would discuss my dating activity and shoot me glances and giggles any time Sheep Boy happens to talk to me. My life is made.