Now I see why old men like it when young women flirt with them. . .
Aww, HBCU homecomings, there is nothing like going back and seeing your old friends. This past weekend, Johnson C. Smith University celebrated homecoming. As a proud Golden Bull alum, I hung out a little. Friday night was happy hour and I was about to order a drink when this guy approached me and asked did we graduate together. I had never seen this chocolate tenderoni before, so I asked, "What year did you graduate?" "2004." In my head I did a backflip, a split and a handstand. Outwardly, I had to play it cool. "No. I graduated in 1999." "Really? But you look so young." In my head, I was moonwalking. That almost makes up for me not getting carded when I ordered my wine. I used to have this love/hate relationship with growing up and growing old. I lied about my age for years. When I was 30, I told my niece and nephews I was 24. They thought I was 24 for five years. Then I realized something, I getting older means you're still liv...