So, if the title of this blog post didn't get your attention, I'm not sure what will. Lately, I've been going out a lot. Usually Friday nights will find my friend/sister, Rachel, at a club with live music, and Sunday nights will find me a local sports bar with Danny, shooting pool.
The past few times that I've been out, I've been noticing something interesting. 20-something boys are hitting on me. I don't know what that is all about. It's flattering, certainly, however, I'm starting to wonder if I don't have the word "teacher" or "tutor" tattooed on my forehead. It's kind of scary. Where are the MEN in my age range?
Not that 20-something boys aren't fun, they are, and they're good for kissing, but not too much else, for a woman like me. I want a man. I'm not looking for a boy. I've got 3 sons. I don't need another one. I'm not looking to teach someone, and I'm not a cougar.
So, where does this leave me? Well, I guess, I'll have some fun with the 20-something boys while it lasts!
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