So I stopped by the grocery store after work tonight to pick up some Anbesol for this nasty toothache I’m suffering with. On my way back out to my car after making my purchase, I can hear footsteps behind me, and young female voice saying things like “Hello!” and “Hey!” I assumed she was on a cell phone. When I heard, “Um, excuse me …” I realized she was actually talking to me.
So I turned around to look, and saw two very attractive young ladies, but alas, clearly teenagers. The girl who had spoken to get my attention said, “Um, how old are you?” “Forty!” I replied. “Oh. Never mind.” And away they went.
Dayum! I guess I’ve still got it! I knew that I don’t look quite my age (and my baseball cap hides my bald spot), but I still didn’t think I had enough going for me in the hotness department to be approached by cute teenage girls. Booya!
But then I realized: It’s midnight on a Saturday night. And what are teenagers looking for while loitering in grocery store parking lots at midnight on a Saturday?
Sigh. I suppose they were intending to use their feminine wiles to persuade me to purchase some alcohol for them. They were probably deterred by my age, correctly guessing that at 40 I’m smart enough not to be sucked in (no pun intended) in that manner. That, or they feared that I might agree to make a purchase for them if they were willing to “make it worth my while” wink wink nudge nudge, and they weren’t keen on making it worth such an old guy’s while.
Ah well, it’s a good thing that I’m too clever for that. Besides, I’m old and it was past my bedtime anyway. And I get cranky without enough sleep
They both wanted wild, insane, sex with you and would have fulfilled your wildest sexual fantasies…hang onto that thought…it’ll get you through the next forty years.
(They wanted beer and realized you probably have kids their age and didn’t bother to ask.)
Hmmm … I’m afraid that fantasy would begin and end with putting them both across my lap and paddling their behinds for trying to get me to buy them beer
From reading these here boards, it seems like there are any number of young whippersnappers who think old folks in their forties are hot, but I can’t quite believe it in real life. When I see good-looking young teenage boys, as far as I’m concerned, I am the LAST person they will be looking at and thinking, “Wow, what a hottie!” Which is fine by me and my husband.
