Got It

11-18-2005 - 8:40 p.m.

It's official. A boy at work likes me. He sits next to me in training classes, he taps my shoulder when he talks to me, I knew him for about 2 hours, and he had invited me to both lunch and a party at his condo. I catch him watching me out of the corner of my eye. Yeah, he likes me.

Frank is probably about 22 years old. I turned 27 on Sunday. See, the college boys still like me! I still Got It!

Frank's cocky, a trendy dresser and a smartass. He's skinny-- I probably outweigh him by a good 25 pounds. I feel more and more like Justine from The Good Girl. I'm an old lady next to you, I feel like telling Frank. Does he know how old I am? Does he care?

Of course nothing will happen with Frank. He's a little too immature, his nose is a little big and his voice can be whiny at times. But it's nice to know that I could totally have him. If I wanted him.
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