Today I was driving back from the doctor in my mother in law’s Prius, singing at the top of my lungs and enjoying the scenery of the back roads.
It was an uneventful drive. The occasional tractor….a turtle in the road…the Schwans man on his daily route.
Then, out of nowhere, came a half naked Adonis running along this said country road and I about put the Prius in a ditch.
I will say for all intents and purposes that he was of legal age. Otherwise, I’d just be a perv drooling over a kid. So…let’s just say he was around 20-ish. Tall, tan, no shirt and sweaty.
As I about run off the road and the words, “Good God…Sweet Jesus…Lord, Have Mercy” came out of my mouth for no one to hear since I was all alone.
And then it hit me. I am 37. He is…20?
I AM OLD ENOUGH TO BE HIS MOTHER.
And I felt dirty for about 10 seconds…and I got over it cause you really can’t worry about things you can’t change.
Besides, I would totally adopt him if he needed to be mothered…or just be my pool boy.
Just saying…
Laura said,
June 30, 2009 at 12:29 am:
Well, I for one, definitely think you need a hot pool boy!! Who else will bring you the frozen drinks with the little umbrellas??
Haley said,
June 30, 2009 at 12:33 am:
hahahaha, omg, I had the same thing happen to me tonight as I was coming home from the grocery store!
Kiki said,
June 30, 2009 at 6:58 am:
Sometimes I just take a drive in hopes of seeing an Adonis running half-naked on the side of the road. I do slow down and gawk, no matter the age. I long for the days when Hubby was running around with no shirt on, with his nice tan and six pack. Now it’s a furry keg with a tan. Take care.
-Kiki
Niki said,
June 30, 2009 at 7:19 am:
LOL!! Such a funny post, I needed it this morning.
Tammy said,
June 30, 2009 at 7:20 am:
I HATE that moment when I do the math…
Stupid Zac Effron…
Futureblackmail said,
June 30, 2009 at 7:30 am:
You gotta weigh the pros against the cons…could this potential pool boy also fix your plumbing (the REAL plumbing…not YOUR plumbing)…..forget it, this comment has now taken a turn for the worse.
Jill said,
June 30, 2009 at 9:34 am:
A cougar drives a Prius!?
M said,
June 30, 2009 at 9:51 am:
Oh honey, I won’t even say I haven’t been there and had to smack myself upside the head once or twice.
Yea, and when you start talking to a boy and you realize he’s your baby brother’s age………cue the dirtyness.
justanotherdayinparadise said,
June 30, 2009 at 10:46 am:
The trick is to be delusional about your own age. Refuse to believe your own age, and you don’t feel so. . .icky. Denial is a wonderful thing.
Life Love and Lola said,
June 30, 2009 at 12:30 pm:
Been there…Done that!!! I say hire him! Who doesn’t love a little eye candy?
jen @ buried with children said,
June 30, 2009 at 1:54 pm:
let him be your pool boy. Yum!
Rachel said,
June 30, 2009 at 4:48 pm:
That is so not wrong! I f I were single, “Cougar” would be my middle name!
Farmchick said,
June 30, 2009 at 8:21 pm:
Did you see him in our local area?
Just wonderin…..
hotpants™ said,
July 1, 2009 at 9:33 am:
As long as he’s legal, it’s A-OK!
Pissy said,
July 1, 2009 at 10:25 am:
Ha! Happens to me all the time. It’s especially funny when I’m in the car with my daughters and they think the same thing about the guy we happen to see. LOL
AiredaleGirl said,
July 1, 2009 at 7:23 pm:
I had this epiphany when I had that job back home a few years ago. These kids who were enrolled at the college kept rolling up to the reference desk to speak to me- and the conversation always started with, “Hi, you used to babysit me!”
I also realized I was officially old when I found out that three of my Brownies from when I was a Girl Scout Leader are now mothers themselves. Holy crackers! It wasn’t *that* long ago, was it???
Suzi said,
July 2, 2009 at 11:14 am:
He doesn’t need mothering. He may need a cougar.
JHS said,
July 2, 2009 at 11:23 am:
Dejoni has won the Post of the Day Award:
http://www.therisingblogger.com/2009/07/02/southern-fried-momma/