The Young Ones

After an early concert ended, Jami and I made our way out of Lee Harvey's and back up to Idle Rich. We were hoping, for our sake, there were some clean, nice boys, unlike the ones we encountered at the concert venue.

After we got our first drink and a prime table score, I was approached by an exotic looking, sexy clad guy. At first glance, I knew he was younger than I, but quickly realized his high maturity level, spectacular smile and strong wit. I was thinking maybe I had misjudged him. Maybe I just didn't care how young he was.

During what I am sure was an interesting conversation, I notice that Young One's drivers license was sitting on the table. Being my nosy stalker self, I grabbed it to survey the information. His bold birth date popped off reading 1986. Yes I said 1986. Not quite young enough for me to be his mother, but very very close. Too close.

I said, ahhh how cute, you are just a baby. He smiled a devious smile and whispered in my ear, I like older women. Oh right, of course. I laughed and said you can't handle me. He asked if I would let him try.

I decided to say fuck it. Young One was hot and more than likely dumb. Maybe he can be molded. I will at least let him see if he can handle me.