So yesterday, at the Spartan, all the girls see a hottie take off his shirt. I blink because hes so pretty. And because I have the WORST luck with attracting younger men, a friend whispers, Batman, ask his age. Im still in a fog of an insanely gorgeous smile and counting his amazing abs when I shoo her away without breaking my focus from his chest, No, no. No. I dont want to. You cant make me. She laughs, Do it. So, I offer him an option, 27? He says, No. I try to help him again, 25? He smiles and shakes his head. I die a little on the inside before a heavy sigh and ask, How old? He smiles, 23. I do an about face and proceed to walk away. He runs after me, Wait wait! Ill be 24 in August! I turn and look him, Listen. Youre like... a goldfish. Sweet and innocent. Whereas, Id be more like a shark. Now you turn around and walk away, Jailbait. You have a mother. I dont need that kinda heat. He smiles even bigger as I walk away. (Best OCR epic fail...yet.)
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 16:52:00 +0000
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