I have a not so secret admirer at work. One of the guys brought his son in one morning and, when he got to be annoying, dumped him off on me with a cheerful “Here, annoy Kelly for the rest of the morning.”
He’s a cutie, he really is. I think he’s about 12 years old.
After that morning spent goofing off together I got regular calls.
“Hey Kelly, this is J. Is my dad there?”
“Nope, he’s working at a job site today.”
“Oh… so how are you? What are you up to today?”
A few weeks ago I found a little note on my keyboard:
*I was hear.
From: J.
To: Kelly*
It was so cute I have it hanging up on my desk wall.
This morning I got in to find a picture of him on my keyboard that he wanted me to have. It’s of him in his hockey gear, playing goalie. J’s dad told me what happened when J decided to give me the picture:
Him: “Hey Kelly, how’d you like that picture?”
Me: “Oh I loved it, he’s so adorable. I’m almost done knitting him his hockey hat.”
H: “You’ll get a kick out of this. His sister came up and asked me yesterday what was going on between him and you. I said obviously they like eachother and she was utterly horrified and yelled ‘Isn’t she too OLD for him dad?’”
M: “That’s me, robbing the cradle.”
So I went from the creepy guy twice my age to a boy half my age.
No wonder I’m single….
3 comments:
But it's flattering. :)
Hee hee, bad girl. NO really it's sweet to be admired so. I used to babysitt this one boy, I was 7 years older than him. He always proposed to me, I had a whole drawer in my jewelry box full of bubble gum machine rings. There have been times in my life (especially now that he's grown up to be HOT) that I wish I had waited for him. *sigh*
When you're 70 - it won't matter that much...
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