Age is just a number… ever hear that one? Sure you have. But, when a 17 year old boy becomes interested in you (yes in THAT way) age is a lot more than a number.
I’m only the smallest bit flattered. I don’t think he likes me cause I’m especially hot I think he likes me cause I’m not some awkward 16 year old girl and too self involved to chat with an awkward, sort of shy 17 year old boy. The only way that flatters me is that I’m chatty, in a nice way.
I can’t date this boy. Yes, I admit I allowed myself a fantasy or two, just for fun. But the reality is that I’m more than 20 years older than he is. That’s a lot of life lived. When you’re that young you think you know everything, can understand everything. But, baby, I’ve lived it and it’s a lot different 20 years later.
So, I won’t date the 17 year old boy. I’m not sure going out for a coffee after work is ok. But, I’ve done that with other people from work.
The funny thing is that I wouldn’t have thought twice about should I or shouldn’t I except for a 21 year old woman at work who thinks the boy and I would be really good for each other and we look really cute together. That doesn’t make a relationship. I have a feeling also, that a 17 year old boy can’t even imagine the kind of relationship that I’m looking for. It’s out of his scope. Just like me.