Young Ones
It started out with dinner and a drink, on our way to celebrate New Year’s Eve. I invited him to go to dinner with my group before partying by assuring him we were all going Dutch. At the bar and grill he picked up his bar stool and playfully “tamed” me with it while I received my cocktail. I stated, “I am not interested in playing that game with you right now” in my best parental tone (he was a young plaything). During dinner he was looking at his phone nine times out of ten that I looked at him. In the car on the way to the parties, I noticed an odor around his neck, but only on the side he couldn’t hear out of. How nice to not treat your raging ear infection! I focused on his extremely attractive body neck down instead. I got drunk and he smacked a big kiss on me at midnight, but then returned to his text message. He agreed to be our designated driver, but still looked at his phone more often than the road.
In a casino bar I took him aside and said, “Please do not text the whole night through when you are with me.” His response? “Why, are you jealous?” Then me: “No, it’s simply rude and disrespectful.” After several more hours of competing with his cell phone for even a glance I playfully wrapped my arms around his (stinky) neck and giggled, “Are you on that phone again?” in the middle of a crowded casino. He turned around, and snapped angrily with cuss words that I was all over him all night and he was trying to check his voice mail. I took the keys and my friends and I left him right there. Only, we didn’t remember where he parked the truck. And our coats and phones were in it. Four hours of searching four parking garages in the freezing weather later we were safe. I never spoke to him again and I learned something very valuable: young play things are an attractive idea, but unless you really want to take care of a cranky three year-old instead of actually enjoy yourself, it’s best to stick with your own age group.



