Do Da Da Da

Who got the hooch, baby?  Yup, that's what I'm listening to this morning.  I have to share...I got a rockin' ego boost last night.  A young, (young) attractive guy comes on our porch and is trying to get us to sign up for an alternative energy source.  No money, just a sign up.  Very good salesperson.  He is from Jersey. So we all exchanged information.  Tina and I told him we would think about it and call him tomorrow (today).  I'm laying in bed and I get a text message; from the "energy guy".  He texts me and says "Do you have my number? I was just making sure"  I said yes.  He than says, "By the way, you have really pretty eyes." I didn't quite know how to take this so I just typed back "Aw that's so sweet to say".  THAN, he ask me, "Are you single"..Whoaaaa....I am now flattered but taken quite aback. I said yes, but how old are you.  He says, chuckle old enough to know better.  Turns out he is 24.  I told him that he is two years older than my younger son.  He tells me I will get past that.  Really now? This guy is very confident and assured and impressive, but he is 24!!!!  I actually had a thought, nah, yeah..and than decided to take it as a complement and let him know it was ok, but I can't date someone who is 24, plus he is my neighbor.  I told him how good-looking he is and that he can have any girl he wants.  Told him I was going to bed.  He says good-night hun...I said goodnite Mr. Jersey.  I pictured Kenny (my late hubby) laughing as he used to call me Mrs. Robinson when I worked at Denny's.  All the young boys would come hang out in my station.

At 45 I look at the beautiful young women of today.  The girl across the street is 12, but has the mannerisms of about 17 and the speech, everything.  Not in a trashy way at all. I feel sorry for the young men of today.  They better check ID. So, yes, it did really make me feel good.  I can't lie. (Only when I have to).  When I thought about it I could almost visualize a nice soft porn movie.  Young man knocks on older woman's door and gets invited in and the clothes fly and well, we have all seen that movie.  That's where my mind was last night.  (I will do the walk of shame, but you can't see it)

Sigh...I'm getting older.  99% of the time I'm fine with it.  Every once in awhile I will see a carload of 20 somethings and get slightly wistful.  Wistful for the the innocence, the carefree feeling that anything is possible in this world because I am invincible.  That is what I miss.  Lately the carefree feeling is coming back, because through time I have learned that anything IS possible. Through maturity I realized that I am not invincible.  Today I am in a good place.  Wishing the same for everyone else.  Peace!