I was "Mom'ed"

Tonight was supposed to be girls night out. Well, it was... and it was pretty fun. First Tim and I picked up Dane and Gillian, and met up with Jay at the Yak & Yeti for some delicious Indian food. Then the boys took off and Gillian and I headed over to the Westminster Mall (it's a crap-hole... but that's neither here nor there.)

As we pull into the parking lot and exited the car, a truckful of rowdy teenagers cruise past. One boy hangs out the window yelling "woohoo" at the back of my head, and as I turn around he says, "Heeeey MOM!".

HEY. MOM. What the HELL? I am not a mom. I could be a mom, but I do not think I look like a mom. I'm not trying to insult mothers in general, but if I was wearing mom jeans and a cardigan embroidered with KITTIES on it...then I could understand. I get that to a 17 year old boy, I may look like I'm of motherly age...but is this something we YELL at people in parking lots?

Gillian (bless her heart) tried to convince me that they must have been yelling at HER about her driving. I only wish that were true. The truth is... I'm of mom age. I'm not a teenager, and I'm no longer of the age where I might be mistaken for a teenager. I don't WANT to be a teenager, but I'm also not ready for people to think I'm "MOM". I still want to be "woohoo-ed" at for all the wrong reasons, but I don't want to end up like those sad cougars who look like Paris Hilton from the back, until you see their botox'ed within-an-inch-of-their-life faces. I'd like to age gracefully...but just not yet.

After the incident, we went to see 27 Dresses (very funny and cute movie) and I sat contemplating the incident mentioned 16 times above... I've got a fragile ego, and it's completely squashed. I feel like a frumpy old lady. (Please do NOT comment about how I'm insulting anyone over 28...I'm allowed to feel old at 28. It's getting close to 30 and that's a tough age for ANYONE.) But the only conclusions I can draw are:

a. Teenage boys have shit for brains, especially the mall-cruising variety.

b. I need to invest in some shit hot eye cream.

the end.