This weekend we put on the movie 17, Again.

I know my husband threw it on the Netflix because I made a casual mention about Zac Efron being the hottest thing since Leo DiCaprio in Titanic and he thought it would somehow benefit him if he sat through 2 hours of this slightly chick flick movie.

He was wrong.

But it did benefit my dreams, so at least it was good for one of us.

It’s funny because I never pictured myself getting older.

I am 31.5 years old. Yes, the .5 counts.

I am pretty positive my eggs still work and with the exception of the Dr making a mention that I may need hormone therapy, most of my body parts are still in the right spot. And sure, I think the Infiniti registers somewhat as an adult car and the mortgage payment proves I wont be running around at clubs  in a mini dress anymore, but when was it illegal to check out men under the age of…lets say 23….and have it be a bad thing?

No one told me that while my outward appearance would age, my insides would think they were getting younger and younger and my life would become more clear. As a result, I would be more outgoing and more solid in my own self esteem, at least with how I feel in relation to talking to men (unlike in my teen and young adult years), but now its completely illegal and requires ID checks.

In fact, I think a 19 year old held the door for me at Target recently..and called me ma’am.

God is cruel.

Maybe if Disney would stop adding scenes like this to their High School Musical, cutting it out, and releasing it on the Internet, it wouldn’t be so damn difficult to look away:

Zac Efron Shirtless

Keep a shirt on this kid….. Or don’t.

Zac_Efron_Shirtless

I mean seriously, did guys LOOK like this in high school?

No wonder everyone loses their virginity.

I’m off to dye my gray hairs now. Sigh.

~trisha