So not long ago I was sitting at Pat Fannies with a few friends of mine. Pat Fannies is an Irish bar I enjoy, though being under 21, I was enjoying a Shirley Temple.

As I sipped my Shirley Temple, I looked contemplatively towards the empty seat across from me when suddenly a beautiful woman sat down. She tossed her blonde hair over one shoulder and introduced herself.

In order not to reveal any identities or embarrass anyone, I’ll refer to this woman with whom I was conversing as “the woman.” This is a convenient reference for me, as I do not remember her name. We began to talk and found we had a lot in common. She loved New Orleans. She told me that I had “an incredible presence.”

I, not being used to a woman giving me compliments in bars, was flattered. I figured she was maybe an upperclassman in college because there was something about her that made her seem older. I put her at maybe 21 years of age. I’m 19-years-old, so I didn’t think there was anything weird about this woman flirting with me. She bought me another Shirley Temple, and we continued to talk.

After a little while longer the topic of conversation turned. This all started when she posed the question, “So what year did you graduate college?” I was surprised by this question but figured it meant that she was a recent graduate, so I replied smoothly, “I’m a 22 year old senior actually.” She was surprised by this and said she had figured I was older. She said that she was 27 years old.

I was amused by the situation so I continued this interesting line of flirtation and was surprised and a little scared that a 27-year-old was hitting on me in a bar.

A little later conversation once again turned trivial. Things went downhill when she said, “I’m not really 27, I’m actually 31. I teach kindergarten.”

At this moment I was tempted to say, “Well I actually left kindergarten recently.”

I did not, but I decided that I would back out of the conversation with this lady who would happily hit on a man she believed to be 10 years younger than her. I said, “Well I’m actually a 19-year-old freshman.” Upon seeing that she was not disconcerted by this information I said, “I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back.”

I did not come back but instead found another conversation with people I knew not to be nearly twice my age.