A Conversation that Did Not Go As Planned

Him: I noticed recently that I think your face has alot more character than it used to.

Me, looking at him: What you're trying to say is that I'm beginning to get lines, right?

Him, eyes wide in denial because I figured out what he meant: No, that wasn't what I meant.

As long as I keep repeating to myself "I will grow old gracefully" I'll be okay. Maybe. Crap. Where's that really expensive line-reducing moisturiser that was on the telly the other day?