First, let me say that I’m not proud of myself and as a disclaimer, it wasn’t my fault. I had no idea. Second, this has nothing to do with the entry from yesterday.
I finally got a job (hooray!) at a popular restaurant here in Calgary. Stoked, I flipped up my hair, wore something cute and went to orientation. Awesome. On my way inside, I noticed a brown haired fox of a man, sitting in his car perusing some papers. Wow. He wore a white dress shirt, a blue tie, and his hair was spiked cool. I bet he was also there for orientation. He must have been about 23 or 24. I’m such a cougar.
Inside, they had a huge table set up with name tags to mark our places. The hot guy sat next to me and we chatted for a bit. Breath Heidi, breath. Someone asked him if he was a student, and he explained that he just finished school, which fit in well with my age estimate. I wondered which degree he got. Probably business or some nerdy degree involving equations. I’d ask him later. Anyway, we watched some videos and filled out some forms, which is when I leaned over to scope out his birth date.
This is also happens to be when I almost died. Turns out Hot Guy was born in 1990. WHAT THE EFF?! Was that an 8? Like, 1980? Leaned over. Nope. Sick. Gross, he was younger than my brother. Ew. In fact, he graduated at the same time as my grade 12 students this spring. Sick. My skin crawled and I wanted to run away to boil myself. Since that moment, I stopped talking to him. Maybe that’s mean, but I was convinced I was probably going to jail. In fact, I thought the police (the mind reading kind) were probably waiting for me outside the restaurant to arrest me for being pervy. Maybe the media would be there too to film a dramatic take down.
Fortunately, there was no dramatic take down. We’ve been working together for a couple of weeks now, and I still can’t talk to him. Every time he speaks, I imagine him holding a soother. Nasty. I thought about swearing off men all together just to avoid this ever happening again.
In my defense, he looked older. He was dressed up and mature.
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