I’m not.
Okay, here is the story that has caused a little controversy with some of my FB friends. This Monday, while I was sitting at home minding my own business, cutting up a Black Forest Cake that looked like my cat slept on it and making it into a trifle while watching “Major Crimes,” my 19-year-old neighbor (I use the term neighbor loosely, he lives in the next complex) knocked on my door. He had injured his head and wondered if he could have a wet washcloth or something because he thought he was bleeding. He was, but not much. I let him in and got him a wet paper towel, and told him that he probably would want to put an icepack on it when he got home. Then he started asking me questions. Our conversation went a bit like this:
He glanced at the television, which was still on and asked, “So, what kind of shows do you like?”
“I like murder mysteries, but not the dark kind. I like the ones with a bit of comedy in them.”
“So like 21 Jump Street?”
I had though he meant TV shows, since my TV was on, and I wondered why someone that looked so young would be referencing a TV show that was popular in the early 90s. Then I remembered that it was recently turned into a movie. “I haven’t seen that movie yet, but I do like Channing Tatum.”
“So are you married?”
“No.”
“Divorced?”
“No, I’ve never been married.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Do you have friends?”
“Of course, I have friends.” Who did this guy think I was? A hermit?
“Any guy friends.”
“Yeah, I have guy friends. I don’t hang out with them as much as my girl friends, but I have them.”
“No, I mean, guy friends with benefits?”
Color me clueless, but I still wasn’t getting it. “No, I don’t do that. It’s against my religion.”
“Are you a Christian?”
Wow! He got it without having to ask. I guess we Christians aren’t doing such a bad job being in and not of the world. “I am, and my life and my body belong to God. If I ever get married, my body will belong to my husband, but right now, it’s God’s.”
“Do you want to hang out Friday night?”
I thought, why in the world would a cute, young guy like this want to hang out with me on Friday night. He should be hanging out with people his own age. So jokingly, I said, “Oh honey, I am way too old for you.”
He put his hand to his chest and tapped his heart. “No, you’re not.”
Still, didn’t get it. “Yeah, sweetie, I’m pushing 40. I’m 36-years-old.”
We went on to talk about magazines and soccer, which is when I found out he was nineteen. When I walked him to the door, he hugged me. And it wasn’t until he left that I thought, he asked some pretty personal questions. Was he hitting on me? I should have mentioned I have an 18-year-old niece.
I still don’t know if he was flirting with me, or not, but I’m choosing to be flattered, and if I ever see him again, I’ll mention my niece.
I don’t think I’d make much of a cougar. I’m way too clueless.
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