I was on a first date with a woman who, it turns out, was a little bit older than me. “I have about a ten year allowance on either side. Ten years older. Ten years younger. That seems to be about right,” she said.
“Sounds reasonable,” I said. “How old are you?”
“I’m forty six,” she answered. “How older are?”
Uh oh. “Thirty… six.” Close!
Thankfully, she made an allowance for the one year off I am from the cutoff.