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Last night, one of the 20 year old bartenders at the cafe flirted at me. She likes older men and asked me how old I am. I told her I am 47 and she raised an eyebrow, leaned a bit closer and said, "Ohhhh." I thought to myself, stop that mess, little girl. I know what you're trying to do.
I have a good rep in this little village and don't need to ruin it being labeled a cradle robber. Maybe i'll ask her today if her mom is single. Odds are 50-50 that mom is hot, too, right?
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