Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Cougars, Inc.

“Well I wanted to know if we could go out sometime. Maybe we could do…some stuff or something.”

“Ha. Okay. I like stuff.”

“My schedule is pretty free during the week. I get out of class around 6.”

“You go to school? That’s cool. Where?”

“TK College.”

(Internal shift, sudden heart palpitations. Hmmm. That sure doesn’t sound like a master’s program…)

“Uh. Ha. Okay. So you are, uh, still in school. Well, then.” (Clearing of throat)

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“Tell me you’re twenty one.”

“I can’t.”

(Voice elevating an octave) “Tell me you’re twenty!”

“Well, I will be twenty. In a few more months.”

(Sudden flashback reminder of last un-relationship with a twenty one year old. Now, a new low of nineteen.)

Stay cool. Improvise. Don't. Freak. Out.

“Okay. How’s your fake looking these days?”

“Oh, er, I don’t have one.”


“Maybe we should just go get some ice cream.”


Ha Ha Sound said...

Dating a 19 year old might be fun. It's a good excuse to hire a clown for his birthday, and take him to McDonald's for Happy Meals.

Anonymous said...

Forget the ice cream and go straight for the candy-in-a-van-technique. Or is that how you met in the first place?

Anonymous said...

I can't wait to hear how this one pans out. Keep us possted!

Vi vi vi vooom!!!!!!!! said...

Well at least that's one good thing in the UK, the 19yo's are old enough to drink here!

bohémienne said...

You just wait, Ms. Cougar. Wait until you are ancient like me, and the boys who come calling are suddenly a full decade younger. Argh. Try to reconcile that in your mind. :)