Mayday, Mayday!

There's this boy. He flirts. With me. A lot.

He's definitely a temptation. He's got blond hair, chocolate brown eyes, prominent cheeck bones, chiseled jaw....and the cutest, tightest butt.

Butt's are very important. There's something about a bouncy, perky bubble butt that just catches my attention and draws the eye.

This young man is 18 years old.

I should run the other way.

I met him while I was working at one of my former locations. He's a technology geek. He knows how to use big words correctly...and he's still cute. It's tough to find guys in my age bracket that meet these requirements. And when I met him, he was jailbait. Sexy and Seventeen. And there he was...flirting with me...full of innuendo. I told him that as cute as he was, he was jailbait.

His response?

"It's only illegal if I tell."

The boy screamed trouble in neon! And yet...

I behaved. Then he turned 18. And he made sure I knew it. Whispered in my ear..."You know I'm legal now"....

And my libido went into overdrive. That was in March. I maintained control.

Then he called me last night. Not that this would be the first time he's called. But this time he asked me out. To a movie. A horror movie. We flirted...with eachother...and the idea...of a darkened theater...and me playing scared. And that we'd have the cover of darkness to hide any hanky panky. Is it wrong that when he said that he'd be quiet...(after intimating that he'd like my hands somewhere around his pants)...that I egged it on by saying that he doesn't know how good my hands are?

Like a good girl, I rainchecked... My friends are telling me to go teach the boy a thing or two...and have fun.

I think I'm gonna wind up pulling a Mrs Robinson.

Am I just delaying the inevitable?

At least I'm single...