He wanted to ask me a "very personal question."
Well, I said ok, but my imagination was flipping out, into overdrive, wondering what on earth he was going to ask me. I was sure I was going to blush as I can seriously do! And I was ready to tell him it was none of his business, but I didn't know what the question was yet, actually...
I laughed out loud when all he asked me was: "How old are you?"
Are you kidding?? And here I thought...well, never mind what I thought!
My age? Is that all you want to know? That's easy. And I've gone through enough sh.. in my life to feel I've earned the right to proudly say I am 52 years old, so there! Besides, as they say, the alternative is most certainly not better!