“Let’s do this again,” he said, walking me to my car. “My ten-year reunion’s coming up this weekend, but maybe we could do something next weekend?” I did the math. Ten-year COLLEGE reunion? That would make him thirty-two. Maybe thirty-five, if he got a graduate degree. Or ten-year HIGH SCHOOL reunion? He’d only be twenty-eight. I ran the numbers over and over in my head. Best case scenario, he’s only a few years younger. Worst case, twelve. I could’ve been his babysitter!

他陪我一起走向我的汽车，对我说：“我还想和你碰个头，不过这周末不行，我要参加毕业十周年的同学会，我看下周末差不多吧？”我盘算了一下，如果是十周年的大学同学聚会，他就32岁了；如果拿到了毕业学位，很可能就是35岁了。如果是十周年的高中同学聚会，那他现在只有28岁。这一连串的数字在我脑海里转来转去。假如是大学毕业，他的确要年轻几岁；假如是高中毕业，他也就年轻12岁。如果是这样，我都可能做他的陪护保姆了！