Sunday, February 24, 2008

post red key shift post

I never blog after my Saturday night Red Key shift, because it is late and I'm typically damn crabby. I love working at the Key, but I'm usually tired of people by the end of it.

Tonight was especially brutal. Not because of the work- I got my ass kicked after the Butler game, but I enjoy the challenge. I am the waitress and the cook so I'm in charge of my destiny.

What made the furrow in my brow deeper was the conversation of a couple that was sitting at the end of the bar. The end where I keep my waitress pad and get drinks. They appeared to be on a first date which is always fun to eavesdrop on. They were in their mid-twenties and full of bluster and bragging. At first it was fun to listen to, the telling of schools and work places. Then the conversation turned to their childhood.

The girl talked about how horrible her parents were and how mistreated she was. How they didn't know how to deal with someone as smart as she was. I was anxious to hear if she was chained in the basement or locked in a closet. Can you guess what torture she was subjected to? She had to mow the lawn! I almost smacked her.

The boy grew up on a farm. Guess what his dad made him do? G0 fishing! Seriously, he was telling how awful it was.

Then the girl started on a whole diatribe about how she was a good student because she was trying to please her parents. Guess what darling, wanting to make your parents proud does not end with report cards.

Damn it, I'm still riled up six hours later. I hope they live happily ever after- and don't have any children.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....err, bar there was a cute guy that I'd never seen before. He was funny and polite. He grew up in West Lafayette and also attended Purdue University. He was still there at "last call" and the bartender invited him to join us for a drink at the bar down the street.

I was planning on going straight home, but my arm was easily twisted.

Cute boy and I talked politics. He's a political consultant, working for the "other side of the aisle," as they say. I loved that we actually talked about issues and not point fingers. When we were picking out songs on the juke box, he let it slip that he was a guitar player. And it gave me the chance to slip in the nonchalant "I write about music."

I had the nagging feeling that he was younger than me, but quite frankly I was not interested in finding out. Not yet anyway. I was enjoying talking about music, college and the current Farm Bill. I was enjoying his hand on my arm. Then the shoe dropped. A guy in our group asked him where he went to school and when he graduated. 1998. As if that was not horrifying enough, that is when he graduated from HIGH SCHOOL. A mere nineteen years after I did.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.


Granny Annie said...

This is the second "really good time" you've had recently with a fellow quite a bit younger than yourself. Do you think you might be missing a message here? This IS the 21st century and lots of women are finding their mate in a younger man. Go for it Nora...rob that cradle girl!

bad influence girl said...

I second granny annie. Frankly, Nora, I don't know that any men your age could keep up with you anyway.

Chef said...

Let's keep getting hit on by young men you find interesting and who think you're hot.

Where's the problem?

Monica said...

Cougars isnt that what they call older women who date young men??????

I do like older men myself but hey!

Cliff said...

He sounded so darned nice an smart too that I just knew you were talking to a Republican. Yep, I knew it.

nora said...

Cliff, I knew you'd be proud! Can you find me a nice Republican that is age appropriate?
Did I just say that?
Time to go to bed.

Cliff said...
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Cliff said...

(sorry about the false start)
I lay awake last night and got to thinking about your post and about the fact that there's not a man in the world who would worry about age appropriate. Okay they do. Age appropriate to a man is any woman 18 years of age to about ten years older than he is.
I once told my daughter she should look for a man 10 to 15 years younger than she so they could both die about the same time. She could avoid that 15 years of widowed status. I was kidding. Kind of.
So by those parameters you're close here. He could still be alert when you reach Mother Theresa status and become famous which I do believe will happen. You could both enjoy the fame.

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

I am a great believer in the "older woman, younger manb" Scenerio.....! What the heck! He sounds like a really nice good guy! Maybe you should keep your thinking a little more open to the idea.....!

My Oscar Post will be up tomorrow.
(I, I think it really will....)

Jerry said...

I did some more math for you. He was born the year after you graduated high school.

But I agree with BIG, nobody close to your age could keep up with you. Not even with Geritol.

Janell said...

Well, my husband isn't really 10 years younger than me, but he sure looks it! Next time you are enjoying yourself, I hope the age question doesn't even come up. Then it probably won't bother either of you.

Kirsten said...

I hate to side-step all this "Is Nora a Cougar?" conversation, but I can't get over those horrible people at the bar! I'm constantly amazed at the obviously dwindling percentage of people with any sense of humility. What is wrong with kids these days? Of course, I'm only a year older than your almost-something from Friday night... But seriously - kids these days!

Jamie Dawn said...

Cute, YOUNG guy...

Good grief!