We were at a red light last night. The windows were down, the radio was on. It was just Lovey and I coming home from her soccer game.
I glanced over to the car on the right of us and noticed 3 boys looking over at me and smiling. I would say they were ages 14-16. Awwwwww. They were cute and young and smiling at me! Wow, 40′s not so bad!
In a split second, just before I shot them a big smile back, it hit me.
They aren’t smiling at me. They are NOT smiling at me.
I glanced at Lovey. She was looking straight ahead, unaware of the dialogue going on in my head, but certainly horrified because she could tell I was looking out the window.
One more glance to the right and the cutie in the back was still looking………at Lovey, of course.
Ewwww. What is wrong with me? I really don’t flirt with teenage boys. Seriously I don’t. It just all happened so fast and honestly, sometimes I forget I’m not teenage worthy. You know I just forget I’m aging…….
But, of course they were looking at Lovey. She’s adorable. Adorable and probably silently praying I wouldn’t do or say anything embarrassing at the longest red light ever.
So then, also staring straight ahead, I say to her, Those boys are looking you.
They are and they’re so cute. I actually thought they were looking at me.
I almost smiled back and I might have waved too, you never know what I might do on a whim.
Silence. So I look over at her……….
Mom, I can see you looking at me.
Lovey I thought the teenage boys liked me. Is that weird?
Yes, Mom. You’re a creep.
OK then. Well, lesson learned. Teenage boys do not like me. Repeat to self as needed.