The year of the 23 year old

When I turned 32 almost a year ago I told my friend that 32 is the only age that when inverted, you can date the inverted age. Think about it.

So, last year I proclaimed 32, The year of the 23 year old.
That proclamation was not made wisely because due to maturity, I do not think I can date a 23 year old but nonetheless, I set out to find a nice 23 year old.
I did come close a few weeks ago at The Houndstooth after an Alabama game when a recent Bama alum in the class of 2009 was smitten with me. I chatted with him for a while but ended it nicely since I was 31 when he graduated college, 30 technically due to my late birthday.

So, the year of the 23 year old has come and gone and I have nothing to show for it.
May the next girl who turns 23 enjoy the youth of a 23 year old.