Confessions of A Naughty Girl

He'll Ask Me To The Prom, Right?

So tonight, I worked a little later (as I've been doing lately) to pull together some last-minute information for a HUGE client presentation we have on Monday. I left work, hit the gym, and called my sister so we could meet up, as she's heading to Boston tomorrow morning for a long weekend. She asked me to pick up some dinner, because she was super hungover and tired, and being the dutiful sister I am, I headed to my local Southern barbeque to get some pulled chicken and slaw.

I walked into Pig 'N Chik (quirky little name, but the BEST Southern barbeque known to man, and most certainly a "must-go" in Atlanta), and ordered my takeout. As I looked around the restaurant, I spotted a really cute boy and immediately began batting my gym-sweaty, mascara-less eyelashes at him. I wondered what high school he went to.

And then I caught myself.

F*ck, I'm clearly not 17 anymore, am I?

I've found this happening a lot lately. I'll notice a cute boy at the mall or behind the counter of some store, and immediately transport myself back to my teenage years, where I'm wondering if maybe I could ask for his number and prank call him a couple thousand times.

And then my friend Reality gives me a swift kick in the ass and reminds me that my parents are hoping for a marriage in the next couple of years, and that I can hear the faint tick-tock of my biological Swatch watch. (And I would give you a swift kick in the ass and remind you that I am close to...uh...erm...neither one of those right now.) But for the love of God, I am in my mid-twenties, and I am still eyeing 18 year old guys?! As far as I'm concerned, I am the Mary Kay LeTourneau of my generation, and that frightens me.

Although I'm sure I could still teach an 18 year old guy a thing or two.

posted by KA @ 8:16 PM