My baby is all grown up now. He is now eighteen years old, and we had a big old party yesterday evening with his parents at the beginning of the evening and for Stephen and some friends at a pub later. Although I thought I’d be too broken down after all the tests, we had a fun time.
I suppose that I should now call him Mister, and defer to his superior age and status… Nah, to hell with that, I’m still going to sneak up on him and tickle him when he least suspects it. He makes such a funny snorting followed by a girlish shriek and laughter when I do.
His birthday was actually last week, on the seventeenth, but we saved celebrating it until his parents came yesterday. Well, we saved the big celebration for yesterday.
Or could my ambition in that respect reflect my juvenile status in regards to his new-found status as a genuine adult?
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Speaking of turning eighteen. Since it’s two months until it’s my turn, Dad has been more active lately trying to drum into my head the need for being responsible with money. When I’m eighteen, I get control of the savings that my parents have made – and while my dad will still manage all that crap, I’ll be the one that has control of it all. So, he’s trying to knock some sense into me before the happy day.
He’s rung me like three times in just a week about it, and it’s driving me flipping insane. I’m not really a numbers person, not in that way. Talking accounting with dad is such a weird experience, and I don’t understand half of the concepts he’s trying to make me understand. This is why he should handle everything, and why I signed all those papers before. He’s good at this sort of thing while I’m indifferent about it.
Mum and dad also confirmed that they’re coming here for my eighteenth, so unfortunately I probably can’t do what you’re supposed to in that situation: head for the pub and then crawl home singing in the gutter. At least that’s what they say you should do. The most likely scenario is, since I fail at being a teenager, is that we’ll probably eat dinner with my parents, and then go home and watch the telly and feed the dogs. Sigh.
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I had a battery of tests yesterday. They went well. I know this because the tests were fairly easy, and I’m quite confident in my answers. I don’t see how I did anything wrong – but of course I won’t know until I get the results back, months from now. But I almost thought school would be closed. It was closed on Monday, and I lay there at night willing it to be closed on Tuesday as well. 🙂 Alas, it wasn’t.
I thought the tests would be harder because all the tests were in the morning, and I was really reluctant about the whole idea of going to the pub. But it was actually more relaxing than bothersome, and since it was Mark we just had Stephen and two others there.
My man is not one for the big crowds, as I’ve said before.
Belated Happy Birthday, Mark! 🙂
Haha glad you two had a good time, and Mark’s ribcage (or wherever!) is definitely still prime target for attack!
And when it’s your turn for the 18th celebrations Colin, remember what you said here about Mark’s – birthday on 17th, celebrate on 22nd. So, parents on your birthday, and celebrate how you want to after they’re gone!
His ribcage is mine, mine, MINE. 🙂 Though I tickled him a few days ago, and he was making sauce, and he ladled sauce all over the kitchen sink and the tile wall under the cupboards. 😀
Hahaha brilliant! 😀
Now he’s old enough to buy porn! 😀
Buy? *cough*
At the news kiosk. Isn’t that how people do it any more? 😀
Why buy when you can get that stuff for free on the internet. 😀
Your birthday’s in 2 months? What day? Mine is March 23 😛
Happy Birthday Mark!
Happy Birthday to the love of your life – as for your big day in two weeks perhaps a special day for you, Mark and friends to mark your birth anniversary in addition to your birthday event/celebration with your parents.
Whoops make that two months not weeks – no need to rush things!
buy porn? Hah! but Pink has inadvertently and unwittingly touched on an interesting element that relates to your age difference – actually, a magnificent illustration of the stupidity of the law.
as you know, perhaps by personal experience, the two of you have been legally able, for a considerable time, to work your way through the kamasutra backwards while suspended from the ceiling by cords of woven fairy floss (and even invite friends to join you if that were of interest).
but for two glorious months he could be done for propagating child porno and end up on sex offender registers if he so much as takes an intimate photo of you, or carries an old one.
yep – you once again are on opposite sides of a false and pointless divide created by overpaid moralising bastards.
but of course, you are both so vanilla you stand no chance whatsoever of falling foul of anything 😉
on a serious note: Colin, it’s time for a decent formal photo of your now adult bf.
i saw one glimpse of his face almost two years ago, and there have been a couple of side-on /distant holiday snaps since then.
even better would be a really decent pic of the two of you facing a camera. if you chose to wait until you too are 18 to do that, fine. but i lack, and desire, a ‘proper’ photo of decent size and quality to add to the gallery of net friends i wish to meet. i feel you need to address this matter!
When I was a teenager, formerly X-rated films were now NC-17, so we had to wait until we were 17 to watch them. However, R-rated films were reserved for 18-yr-olds, so a 17-yr-old could go watch porn but not The English Patient.
Twenty-one is the big age in the United States, and I spent it in Brazil, where 21 is no big deal. I did absolutely nothing special for it.
Yeah, I don’t purchase pornography either because it’s so handy on the internet. I should consider it, though, because it’s not as readily available here in Saudi Arabia.