Age? Not a problem!

We all have that one quirky, perky, (Phoebe-like, from the show friends) relative. Even if he/she falls for someone less than half their age.

That's acceptable.
                             Right?




Point is, we went to out to eat at this restaurant. And my 64 year old aunt sits next to me.

The waiter comes, and he's about 20- something. With broad shoulders and a sly smile on his face, he welcomes us. As soon as he leaves, my aunt bursts out laughing and yells out: "I'm in love!"

I look at her for a second, "I never believed the women in movies, where they swooned over a man so easily, but ah! I'm flustered!"

                       Yup. It did not end there, every time he passed by, her FOOD FELL FROM HER MOUTH. It was awfully adorable, she fell for him. She fell for him hard.


So he kept bringing us food and all that, so at one point, she looks at me darkly. "If he sticks his hand anywhere near me again, I will bite him."

This is my reaction:


  WHAT!

And then he brings the check, she brings out her phone. I flinch, and look away.  My mind is raging! PLEASE DON'T. PLEASE.

Oh, but she did.

"Hey! Boy!" He smiles at her in response. "Beautiful, handsome boy, can I take a picture of you?" And his face goes an almost impossible shade of red. He shrugs uncertainly, AND I KNOW HE'S TRYING TO MEET MY EYE TO SEE IF THIS WAS A JOKE OF SOME SORT.

BUT I DON'T LOOK.

No.




We walked outside, with a triumphant "Phoebe" and a picture of her love.