GUESS MY AGE...

Coming from a girl you might expect anything under such a header to be a set of consolidated beauty tips or another ‘look young’ or ‘hide those age lines’ kind of an excerpt. A few on the contrary would anticipate that the lines to follow will have harsh criticisms of the obsession women have with everlasting youth. But quite differently this ain’t about any of the above, in the age of metro sexuality redefined, femininity is often underlined.
What happens when someone, needless to say a guy (in the present context and for all further addressing) says something as bizarre as "this might seem funny to you, but it just crossed my mind to ask you this – what must be my age?" Ah…not forgetting to mention the line that follows, so he says – "the first thing that comes to your mind, just a figure first; we’ll come to the reasons later". With my eyes stuck on him, like his nose seemed to have been stuck on to his properly rolled on face, I uttered 25. A few more numbers (pretty random though) were heard. This was the easier part of the session, now was act 1, scene 2… (Now that you have been through with the guess my age thing, lets take this a step further – the why part of the question).
Setting – a conference room with a round table around which 6 chairs have been placed. 4 chairs towards one end of the room have been occupied by girls who look eager and ready to understand the situation that is going to be posed in front of them. The other end has a young girl making notes of the conversation yet to start and collecting and filing papers from the rest of the girls. Besides her is an odd man out.
The four of girls give their respective reasons...
The answers given have been omitted because of their irrelevance (to the guy off course).
Now, Act 1 scene 3… (Tell me your age)
Guy –ok, none of you are even close (maintaining the suspense).so tell me how old are you? Clockwise starting from you.
Girl 1 – 23
Girl 2 – 23
Girl 3 – 25
Girl 4 – 25
Guy – (after having carefully jotted down the numbers from top to bottom, aligning them one under the other and restricting them sideways by two vertical lines) I am exactly in between the four of you.
The curtain falls.
(Sorry to have disappointed you with this abrupt end of the play but this was only an insight into the ‘Guess my age’ syndrome. The further plays [yet to come] highlight a few more symptoms of the above).
After the whole thing concluded whatever had been his last statement to the conversation I do not remember, but the line that he actually wanted to word (his heart might be softly uttering out to his young looking ego) – and you gals always thought that age miracles only happen with women…haha. But he was not the only one who had not spoken his heart out, there was me too, and all I would have wanted to say is that – "dear Edward, in today’s era of twilight preceding the new moon and vampires being the heart throb of millions, you too could be one of them…the cold storage vampires 100 yrs old still managing to look 24."
Now that I have come to believe very closely in the six degrees of separation concept I’m going to set out these lines in the form of a letter hoping that the message is conveyed, but I’m still not sure that people who suffer from the ‘Guess my age’ syndrome understand its symptoms…