Not taking No

Well, Ange burst my little bubble. I told her I was seeing the baby aka Jacob again on Tuesday. Her response: He's too young to give you anything you need, except an ego boost. And damn her she was right.

I put it to the baby as bluntly as I could. There is no point in us dating when I want serious things and he just wants somebody to have fun with. I have wasted years just having fun with guys. I'm ready for a serious lasting, grown up marriage fest. His response: Can we still hang out? Is it bad that he still wants to kiss me?

In my younger years I was a wild and crazy kid. It wouldn't have mattered if I was going to date this guy or even if I was ever going to see him again. I would have kissed him the first time we met up just to see if I could, see how it was, for the excitement of it all.

I felt like a virgin telling him it wasn't fair to kiss people and not be looking for something more. Slowly, I am turning into someone else. But I feel it. The what the hell decisions of my past never made me happy. Usually I ended up utterly embarrassed and shaking my head the next day unbelieving I chose to be that stupid. His response: He's attracted to me and wouldn't mind us kissing in the meantime. He won't get attached, if that's what I'm worried about.

Holy fuck. Ange explained it in layman's terms to me: He just wants to put his p in my v. I cackled out loud to that text. She's the greatest.

Jacob and I were going to hang out as friends still on Tuesday, with him having every intention of kissing me. As Ange put it, divine intervention gave me a cold. I was relegated to the couch filling tissues with yellow snot instead of making out with the Tom Cruise-Taylor Lautner hybrid. Sigh. It was fate.

So, the baby keeps texting me, keeps pursuing. I tell him he's hot and surely has a gaggle of girls to make out with. He says he doesn't have anyone interested in him. Doesn't think he's hot. Was an unattractive kid. Good lord, am I dating a whiny super model? I had discovered him on Facebook so I pointed out that he couldn't think himself too unattractive if he has a shirtless background on his page. His response: Found me did you?

Ugh. Now we're Facebook friends. And the oldtimer in me is too stubborn to ask why the youngsters post things like #feelinfresherthanapeppermint. Pound sign and words all run together? Why? Why?