Stuck in 1985?

As I was driving home from a coffee date with a friend, I had the volume up all the way on my Pat Benatar CD and I was singing along and I had the windows down so everyone near me would have the pleasure of listening. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I did not fit in with most of the other grown women on the road. Most women my age were quietly driving around in their minivans, towing either kids or Christmas presents. I can sustain their grown-up, sophisticated air for weeks at a time, but once in a while, the little junior high girl in me who was so sure she was going to meet Prince Charming at a dimmed roller rink with one of Madonna's romantic ballads playing for the couples' skate, once in a while she has to come out and take over.