I'm Not Your Honey.

A few entries back I touched  upon the fact that I am not aging at all. In fact, I basically look the same as I did when I was six but taller...and I am not tall. It's that everyone I encounter thinks that I am 17 (I'm 27) and then think it's okay to refer to me as "honey". You're three years older than me, you CANNOT call me honey. "You're so cute, honey, with your little Christmas socks and cute little boots, honey. You're like a little elf, honey." YOU ARE THREE YEARS OLDER THAN ME. GET IT TOGETHER!  I AM like a little elf but I am not a little elf, honey. "Are you on break from college?" NO! I graduated from college almost five years ago! "Are you old enough to ride the train alone?! You have your license, already?!" Really, people?! I'm not too upset about looking so youthful however. I know that I will be super young looking when I'm in my 90s and I'll make it work for me. I'll date the younger guys in the retirement home. When I'm in my 90s is pretty much the only time I'd consider a younger fellow. Plus, it's okay if I bloom late. I can still be a flower girl in a wedding (way less work than a bridesmaid). I can still be a child tv star. I have a lot of options really. But please, do not call me honey. I'm not your honey, honey.