Flyin' Solo

So ever since the word has gotten out that I am flyin' solo, I've noticed I have been the object of every mother's attention. I've oddly noticed the men who normally smell like the 'outdoors,' [you know, that man smell], are now smelling of distinct cologne, [you know, that clean smell] -- especially my crush I get to see once a week. I get all stupid and silly when I see him. Fuckin girl horomones. Normally we don't interact as he enters my side of the facility for 'official business.' It mostly consists of me looking up, he smiles at me. I smile back and look away. Today, he smiled and waved [squeals like a school girl].

AM I G-DAMN STUPID OR WHAT. I NEEDA SNAP OUTTA IT.

Though I'm not in a hurry to jump back into the sea, it feels nice, yet weird that I get approached by mothers. The most interesting proposal by far:

"I want you to meet my son."

"Um, why?"

"I think you'd be good for him. He's very smart, and he's good looking and goes to a very good school."

"Well, how old is he."

"He'll be twenty-one this May."

I practically jumped outta my seat.

"Do you KNOW how OLD I am, Carol?"

"No?"

"Jeezus."

"Well how old are you?"

"I'll be twenty-nine in March."

[Even after I said that out loud, I couldn't believe it]

Her eyes bug out.

"NO WAY. YOU LOOK SO YOUNG."

"Well, thank you."

"So do you wanna meet him or what."

"Thanks Care, but no thanks. I don't want to be in a relationship right now."

"I didn't say relationship, I said, MEET."

"Well, what're we gonna do? MEET at an arcade? I SAID NO."

This dating thing is gonna be weird. I think I'll try it out again in a year or so.