A Small Lie About Age

So I met this nice woman at a coffee shop last week. We hit it off, talked about everything from books to movies. On our way out, she asked my age and I paused for a moment, thinking about how tired I am of being forty something. So I laughed and said 'I’m in my late thirties.' It felt like the easiest lie ever because who hasn’t wished they could turn back time? But now every time we meet, I feel guilty carrying this tiny fib around. Just wanted to confess that little white lie and how it's stuck with me.