James

Earlier in the month, we went to James' work Christmas party. He has mentioned on several occasions that he is among the older employees in his group. So on leaving the Christmas party he began conversing with a couple outside the door. I didn't follow the conversation too much as I was talking with another woman. The topic of age came up and they were guessing his age. He then mentioned that he was 44 or turning 44, I'm not sure, I wasn't really following the conversation. I didn't think much of it.

Fast forward to the week of his birthday. On Sunday, John called and we were talking. I brought up James' birthday and started figuring exactly how only he was going to be. I'm doing good to remember my own age. He's turning 45, not 44.

Tuesday morning he mentions that he's getting old. I agreed. He then told me he had done the math three time and figured out he was turning 45. I agreed. I told him I had figured that out a few days ago. So the next statement was, "Are you more upset about turning 45 or the fact that you missed out on a whole year?" He still acts 17 to me.