Oh. My. Gosh. Hide me. Hide me now. I'm so embarrassed. If I hadn't left my cellphone in my car, I'd take a pic and show you how red my face is. Oh. Oh. Oh. And it just goes to show how much I trust you all *snork* that I'm even telling you this.
At the moment, I am at Kaldi's Coffeeshop at the Plaza having dinner and working on a blog about how proud I am of my daughter, whom you've come to know as Little Sly.
*note* I'm also equally proud of my other daughter, HRH Princess Meghan, but since she only accesses this site long enough to see if I've written about her and doesn't read anything else, I'll move along and not say anything more about her at the moment.
ANYWAY, I'm in the middle of a post about an accomplishment of Little Sly's that will be posted later. I look up and see an attractive man my age enter.
My pulse quickens. ooohhhh. Hot. I think. Either that or it's my first hot flash. No, it's definitely him.
He has a shock of white white hair and a goatee, ala Michael McDonald.
And his eyes. Oh.
And get this -- he starts flirting WITH ME!! He's in line to order and keeps looking at me, smiling. Even a wave.
I'm flipping my hair. I'm cocking my head to one side and smiling. I'm tipping my head back and stroking my neck with one finger.
He gets his coffee and walks towards me. I smile.
He walks by and hugs the TWENTY SOMETHING YEAR OLD GIRL BEHIND ME AND SAYS "HI SWEETIE!!"
I see them hug in the reflection of the plate glass windows.
And, no, it's not his daughter. Well, if she IS his daughter, he really shouldn't be grabbing her ass like that.