Well since I’m a guy I never had the belly thing. But I used to keep my hair in a short natural. Once a lady from some Scandanavian (I think, her language sounded dutch) county asked if she could feel my hair. She seemed surprised that it was soft.
Stuffy: when I was doing a semester abroad in Germany, one of my black classmates, who was living with his German girlfriend, said that their neighbor always wanted to touch his hair for “luck.” He thought it was funny and he always let her.
“You’re too young to have a baby!”
“Really? Apparently God doesn’t think so.”
Right. “Luck.” Methinks the classmate missed an opportunity.
That’s a weird story on many levels, including the fact that Dutch is spoken in the Netherlands and Belgium, and neither are in Scandinavia. 
I was on a bus in Paris when an old guy patted my hip pack that I’d put on under my jacket and asked when I was due. He was shocked when I picked up my jacket and showed him what he’d been patting.
Think you have hit the nail on the head here Tamex, people make judgement calls based on appearance. My mum keeps offering to pay for me to have my hair cut in a more ‘sensible’ style. Seems to me long hair which you just brush and whack into a pony tail is pretty sensible - no need to blow dry or spend time fussing with mousse / sprays etc.
Well I’m not changing my clothes just for some crazy lady at the bus stop.
Heh. I can beat this. My brother house-sat for us when we went on vacation last fall. As a thank you, I picked up a copy of GTA: Vice City for him. The putz behind the counter at Toys ‘r’ Us asked to see my ID when I put the game on the counter. I was also 27 (now 28), and I think the game recommends 17 and up for age. :rolleyes:
The last time I was carded I was living in a province where the drinking age was 18. It was the night before my 30th birthday, my friends were taking me out. I asked the bouncer if I could kiss him. He looked startled but I showed him my ID and I said “Im THIRTY tomorrow!”
He let me give him a kiss on the cheek, and he gave me one back.
But that was the last time I was asked to show ID.
I think there is a lesson in there somewhere.
Anyway, its okay if people think Im over 18 or 19 now, since Im almost 34.
Really? So what the hell do they speak in Scandanavia?
Trust me, leechbabe - you should be grateful. I’ve had the opposite.
When I was celebrating my eleventh birthday, the neighbours congratulated me on turning twenty two.
When my baby brother was born (I was thirteen), everyone thought he was my son.
When I was fifteen, I went to the mall with my best friend (who was also fifteen). Jenni had the misfortune of being short, but at one store, a clerk referenced me as Jenni’s mother.
Geez, Leechie what an arse.
Sorry you had to put up with someone so crabby and nosy when you were just minding your own business. 