Mrs. Robinson

I recently met a very nice young man at a local restaurant/bar. Of course he was young enough to be my son and the conversation we struck up was mainly focused on my teenage daughter and the issues we are having these days. I was information seeking.... looking for insight from a younger person who appeared pretty hip with all his piercings and tats. Indeed he was cute as hell and, like I said, young enough to be my son. And not by Ozark standards. We friended each other on facebook, ran into each other again. And then it came. The "sexy librarian" message. As in "is the sexy librarian at home alone tonight?" Wow. W.O.W. I can honestly say I never saw that one coming. Not only am I totally NOT sexy, I am out of shape and (did I mention) old enough to be his legit mom? And did I mention that he is insanely attractive (as in HOT)? He came over and we chatted a while and then he finally just laid it out there. What he wants to do with me. And it is NOT to start a book club. Very little shocks me after all these years but I must say I was at a loss for words. Other than, "well that's really flattering but I'm not sure I'm ready for that"..... I mean my self image is at an all time low. I told him maybe after I went to the gym for a few months we could think it over. Of course he replied he'd give me a better workout than the gym.... gahhhh. Uh. Wha??? Now I'm thinking about it. Like thinking about it a lot. This blog was not supposed to go down to the depths of depravity that my other blog did but this is such an amazing situation for me I'm blogging it. I told him I had to blog about it. No names. All private. But DAYUM!!!! I feel crazed!!! It's a good feeling! I'm going for it..... No going gentle into that good night crap for me!!!!