Sigh.

While out clubbing on saturday, I met a very nice young lady, who I assumed to be a 20-something college student. In reality, she'd turned 18 less than a week ago. I, on the other hand, turned 18 eleven _years_ ago. I was just barely hitting puberty back then; in a twisted day-time talk show sort of way, I was old enough to be her father. The fact that I am now legally allowed to lust after women less than 2/3 my age is profoundly disturbing. It forces me to realize that the cold hand of entropy is steadily degrading my mind, body, and romantic prospects. I am starting to believe that I will NEVER meet the dominatrix of my dreams and settle into a happy life of domestic servitude with 2.5 kids and a wisecracking housemate named Pedro. I am going to grow old, miserable and alone, with my only comforts a rocking chair, a shotgun, and the words "Get of my lawn, you punk kids!". Oh, the angst... :-(