She opened her purse and I saw her driver's license.
DOB: Blah Blah Blah 1988
And I gave her a stern look, and decided to get on my Casablanca bullshet (who watches those crappy old black and white movies anyway)
"Frankly, my dear, you're too old for me."
I paid the bill and drove off into the night... alone... a single tear rolling down my cheek, for I thought her driver's license DOB said 1998.