He's nearly 21. She's the 50-year old mother of one of his friends, a girl. She intimates to her daughter that of all her friends, he's the one she'd most like to get to know. . . (No, her name's not Mrs. Robinson). Of course the daughter tells him.
One night late the conversation evolves to sharing stories, the kind of which only come out after midnight. The two of them end up alone, and they talk. Would she really? No, she thinks not. She's so much older than he, and that's only the beginning of the list of why not.
"What's 30 years? It might as well be 30 days, it's only time."
Nearly 10 years later he still thinks about her and he wonders. Words tumbled out of his mouth at the time, confident and brash in their naivete. Was it a great line?
He asks those of us who find him adorable, how we would respond. . . we melt. That's all, we simply melt.
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This blog is not a work of fiction. Characters and incidents are not products of the author's imagination and are used only slightly fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely intentional.
Stumped me with this one....k2
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