*Joey chin* How YOU doin'?

[persephone33]

So, I got hit on at the grocery store.  Kind of.

Now, my husband thinks I'm pretty cute, but as I am 34 and usually have one or more little boys trailing after me, I don't get hit on as much as I used to.  Anyway, I digress.

I had been to Wal-Mart.  It's always enough to put me in a lousy mood, but I spent over $250, and it took an hour and a half, and they didn't have good steaks, so I had to go to the much nicer, and consequently, much more expensive grocery store across the street.  I'm standing at the meat counter, waiting on the butcher, and there is this gorgeous, built, well-dressed man (okay, boy) standing there as well.  Aaron (5) has gone to look at the lobster tank, and will be amused with that until we leave.  I appreciate a well built guy; I'm not in the market, but He was strawberry blonde and tan, which is a fun combination in my eyes, and so I looked a couple of times.  You would have, too.  I place my order with the butcher.  Four ribeye steaks.

Guy.  Wow.  Can I come to your house for dinner?

Me.  *giggles*  (I know.  I couldn't help it.)

Guy.   How've you been?

Me.  I'm well.  How are you?  (At this point I'm amused.  I most certainly don't know this man)

Guy.  Good.  Getting ready for Cinco de Mayo.

Me.  Going to a party?

Guy.  After the game, yeah.

Me.  (at this point I'm very confused, it's as if this person thinks I know the ins and outs of his life, and although 10 years ago I might have considered it, I'm happily married, blah, blah.)  *Confused look*

Guy.  You don't recognize me, do you?

Me.  *bites lip, panics*  Erm....

Guy.  That's okay.  Imagine a foot shorter, maybe seventy-five pounds less, and sitting in the auditorium at Randall High School.

Me.  (Carrie's mouth drops open unbecomingly) Oh, my goodness.

He was a FORMER STUDENT.  He played college football, evidently, and got very muscular, and now he plays for the pro team (indoor football?) In my town.  We chatted for a few minutes, and he admitted he didn't know who I was, either, til I spoke to the butcher.  I evidently have a distinctive voice.  And I've lost the seventy-five pounds that he gained.  I'm pretty sure I was pregnant when I had him in class.  Anyway, he hugged me, told me I looked great, played with my son for a minute, told me I should come to the games, and left.

I am officially a dirty old woman.  I was checking out a little boy!  Yeah, he's 24 NOW, but he was seventeen when I knew him.  *sigh*  I'm old.

Going to the cabin with friends this weekend...  should be all kinds of fun.  Everyone have a great weekend!

Comments

[mugglechump.livejournal.com]

Oh dear.

Do you suppose he went off and told someone about his now 'hot' teacher? We'll imagine he did, it's good for the ego. *grins*

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. I just hope he didn't see me checking him out. How embarrassing.

[humbuggirl.livejournal.com]

*looks around at the complete lack of strawberry blond, fit blokes where she is*

Don't suppose you'd fancy sending him over here? lol.

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

Would if I could. He was adorable!

[(Anonymous)]

24 is plenty old enough to be enjoying a look, i say.

emily

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

Good. Cause I did. Several times.

[dragonsangel68.livejournal.com]

*pats* I know the feeling well. I get busted at the football club all the time *sigh* You know, cute, well built boy walks through and everyone is admiring him (because you can't not) and then his mother walks through and I realize I used to play netball with her when he was a toddler or we used to chat when he was still playing juniors and Mitch was just starting. It's just so wrong! *pouts*

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

I hate feeling old. *pouts*

[justduchess.livejournal.com]

::likes you being a dirty old woman::
Now I have "hot for teacher" stuck in my head! lol!

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

Oooh. Sorry 'bout that.

Given the choice, I'd probably do it all over again. =P

[armymom08.livejournal.com]

cute? Please girl, you're absolutely stunning! My bf falls into your category (MILF). Uhh, well, not to me personally, but you know what I mean.

Most of the hot guys are younger than me these days, so yeah, totally understand the pervy feeling. I feel like Mrs. Robinson whenever I catch myself 'looking'.

And for you the former student thing does add to the ick factor. But hey, enjoy the flattery and as long as he doesn't start starring on your 'ahem' dreams, you're alright.

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

I've gor Simon & Garfunkel in my head now. I was totally having a "Mrs. Robinson" moment. *sigh*

No dreams yet. Oh, gosh, I can't even imagine... well, yeah, actually, I can. Oh, dear.

[numbaby.livejournal.com]

Ahem. Mine. Please?

See the Ziggy boots? *points to user pic* They will stomp on you if you don't share! Seeing as how we're halves of the same brain, sharing should be only natural!

I love you enough to forgive you, but since you've already bagged one, and he's closer to my age, can't I have him? Please?

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

You can have him. *is benevolent* Well, assuming he doesn't mind a long distance relationship. He was darling. A football player!

And you like football... No wait, you like soccer. No, Australian Rules Football is like American Football, but unchained, right? Or Rugby. Gah. Sport.

[numbaby.livejournal.com]

Hooray! He can always move to Oz, right? Considering there's a sore lack of eligible boys here!

I like *real* football (AFL). Better than your football. But I don't mind the way your footballers are built.

Google Aaron Sandilands (wuv), Matthew Pavlich, Dean Solomon and Adam Hunter to see what my footy players look like.