As a result of always keeping my bedroom window ajar I’m usually woken up by a bunch of raucous builders yelling back and forth something which I do not wish to relay. Today, however, I was woken up by something quite different: a serenade of sorts if you will. It appears I have a young admirer.
A few weeks ago while on my way to the supermarket, which I occasionally do visit despite popular belief, I noticed a gang of boys riding around on their bikes. I paid little attention having seen them roving the streets in the past.
Leisurely walking along, minding my own business, I noticed one of them trailing behind me. He approached as I looked on in apprehension without a clue of what’s about to ensue. My apprehension aside I thought: this should be interesting. And it was.
Liam, my young admirer, proceeded to ask me out which took me a LITTLE by surprise. I glanced at him with a look of confusion and asked if he had any idea of my age. He offered: 17. I smiled. How sweet I thought to myself, a whole five years younger. If only. After disclosing my real age and numerous reasons as to why this relationship wouldn’t work I was on my way. He volunteered to accompany. My shopping done I returned home and didn’t give it another thought.
A few days later I saw the same gang of boys. My young admirer acknowledged me with an elaborate wave of the arm. I returned the sentiment and set about my business. I saw him a few times after, said hello in passing and thought little of it. Until today, when Liam took it upon himself to serenade me with one of Britney’s little numbers. By the time he was finished I was down on the floor crying with laughing. It’s quite impossible to convey the hilarity of someone singing so out of tune. I couldn’t help but laugh as did he. In the end I told him to get on his bike and go home. He rode away in to the sunrise alone.
