I've been offered "drinks" when I was 14.... I've been carded to get into rated R movies, when I was 23.
I don't know if it is good or bad....
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I looked up at the shadow over my table... I was sitting alone... but something was blocking the lighting... and I saw a relatively young man... He wore his EMU t-shirt... I wore what I usually wear out, jeans, a knee length t-shirt dress, and a cardigan type of thing. Clearly, he was 19 or 20. Me, I am 24. However, at that moment he asked me... "Do your parents know you are not at school?" and I gave him a look that said... "really, little boy, really?"
I told him... "no, actually they do..."
He said to me... (sorry for the horrible dialogue stuff, I am not good with those transitions)...
"I thought there was still another 2 months till High Schools let out...?"
I responded with "High schools are not out yet, you are right... there is still a couple of months." (Keep in mind how I get when I am annoyed... you may hear the sarcasm and dryness in my voice.)
He said, "are you ditching school?" --> which, I guess, is the only reason I could be at biggby with a pile of papers in front of me... o.O
I said, "No." and he quickly responded with "no lying... you are clearly not sick... and the high schools are not out"
and I gave him a *are you on drugs* look... and said... "ummmm.... yeah.... did you need something?"
I guess this is when college boys think that they can flirt with high school girls, but don't realize they are flirting with someone who might as well be their college professor.... He *smiles mischievously* then continues on to say, "well, I live in nearby, just wanted to let you know..."
and I gave him a look that said *GEE GOLLY WHIZZ (PUMPED UP WITH SARCASM)* stating "listen, boy... (yes, I said boy)... I might as well be your mother... to me... you are a baby... yes, a baby.... I teach boys like you, everyday..." --> *points to the stack of papers that I am grading with rubrics and everything involved* then, I go on to say "clearly, I am not in high school... I am beyond high school, I am even beyond college..." *points at his t-shirt*...
"So, please... let me get back to my grading... because I have to submit my college students' grades before the week ends..."
He gives me a *bewildered* look... I give him *you've already wasted too much of my time, now go run along* look....
that was it...
Sometimes, I throw my hands to the heavens and thank God that I've got my mamma's genes... but sometimes, I shake my fist at the world and curse these creepy college boys for hitting on girls who they think are younger than them...
All I have to say is this...
Please... please... please... if you are a guy reading this, interested in engaging in a little bit of flirtation... please take in the context clues of the environment...
Stack of papers, rubrics, GIANT coffee (not even latte'd or anything), laptop open with "grade sheet", stack of books clearly delineating an age beyond high school... and last, but not least, the headphones that say "don't bother me... I'm in my work groove"
thats it...
bye.
