i don’t know if it’s desperation at this point or if i just plain keep forgetting how old i am.. it just happens that i keep flirting with young’uns.. i have a couple drinks and i get lost in pretending i’m optimistic and nieve.. this little skinny boy all in black with his hair in his face was giving me puppy dog eyes and asked if i would be getting a break. i went to find him and he was just so sweet… he asked if there was somewhere quiet where we could talk- and took my hand and we ran giggling up the steps and around the corner. he called me a superhero. he didnt have his phone on him so i actually slipped him my number later… that may have been a first. i’ve let myself get sucked into the adult world of bitter jaded men who have been around every block too many times… maybe i just want to for once be the one who is doing the corrupting & taking away of innocence. .. kidding.. but mean, i can’t help getting lost in the reflection from the wee ones’ bright soft eyes… ..
it all started with this little dj/model, (and of course musician) who had the confidence to kiss me in public out of nowhere last year… he is a cocky little fucker but i had fun whenever i ran into him. .. then there have been other actual teenagers who offer themselves out challenging me to let them prove themselves. when did life become like this.. i don’t quite know what to make of it all. i mean i don’t have a daddy complex.. there is no reason why i should limit myself to old men (besides the obvious reasons).. but can i really hang out with a boy whose mother will be worried if she wakes up and realizes he hasnt come home. there has to be some happy medium out there.
