During my walk, I smiled at a young man approaching me and he returned my smile. As I was walking away he called out and beckoned for me to go over to him. I beckoned for him to come over to me.
"What are you doing today?" he said.
"Work," I said.
"What about after work, what are you doing later?"
"Going home, I suppose."
"Fancy coming to check me out later?"
I nearly burst out laughing. The last time I heard that phrase "check me out" was probably at school.
"Look, you're too young for me to check you out," I said. "I'm 42, you know."
"Age ain't nothing but a number," he said.
"Thanks, but I don't think so. Have a lovely day, OK."
It's funny how different the young man's approach was in comparison to older guys. An older guy would have asked if he could buy me dinner, go for a drink, or invite me to his place to check out his collection of whatever he's into. As this man was way too young to have collected anything nor did he look like he could afford to take me out to dinner, all he could offer me was himself, which is fair enough. Why beat around the bush when we can get down to business?
I know age is only a number and Love conquers all but going out with a boy young enough to be my son is not something I find particularly appealing, albeit flattering.
Nice to see I've still got it going on though.
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