The little boy.

So on Saturday, July 16th, Sully and I try to make it a point to go to the Salem Farmers market and just get fresh fruits and veggies to carry out our week. I hadn't been in a few weeks, but definitely was looking for some lechuga, and some broccoli. I packed her up, we went to dutchy, Iced Annihilator for me, and a whip cream doggie bone for her. Loves it. Then we went to the dirty dirty of Salem for the market. I love it there, it is awesome, minus the creeper that was there last time, whizzing by on his bike whispering weird things to me under his breath. No big deal right? Right.
SO anyway, went there, and kind of did my rounds, got the fruits and veggies, gazed at the flowers, and stuff. As I was heading out, I looked back to make sure I wasn't being followed...yeah. I am weird like that..and this kid is like running towards me. He is a 13 year old chubby little thing, probably in the most awkward stage of his life..I thought he was running because there was a sale on legos or something....so I turned around, and just kept going.

Apparently the legos were gone? Because he taps me on the shoulder, and I turn around, and this kid is so nervous he is sweatin balls. He has a tiny scrap of paper in his hand and a pen. And he goes....umm..soo.. uh..my older brother thinks your really cute, and he is wanting me to get your number"
I kid you not, I laughed in this kids face. EXQUEEZE ME? BAKING POWDER?
Your brother sent you out...on a mission...to get my number?
Oh for the love of Pete.
He kept like looking down, and fumbling with his paper, and kicking at the ground. To be entirely honest. I felt bad for him.
So...because this girl is crazy, and has a hard time saying no to people...I gave it to him.
Why you ask? Because the kid looked so pathetic...
Trust me. I am so gullible, that I know this type of shit will get me murdered one day.
Free candy you say? SCORE!
Strange man tells me Sully is in trouble? Let me get in your car and take me to the scene of the crime. Really...my crime. My murder scene. No big deal?
I digress.
SO...the kid, lets call him Nugget, thanks me, tells me I look beautiful, and then runs away, just as fast as he ran up to me. I laughed and went about my day.

Well...
So the recipient of said number, decides to text me, I kid you not...not even 15 mins later. You reek of teen spirit and desperation.
Lets call him Chicken Little. Or C. Little for short
C little: Oh so..I got this number from my cousin, he thought you were really cute, but I didn't see, I was just super busy..
Me: Oh so do you always send out Nugget to get girls numbers for you? Classy.
C Little: Hah.. maybe?
 Cool...well he texts me off and on...for the remainder of the day.
So I ask him, how old are you?
C Little says really excitiedly like I am going to be proud of this next statement.
"OH I just turned 17".
SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I was like no...You are younger then my LITTLE BROTHER.
C Little: Well I am probably mature for my age.

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH Right.
This was really where the conversation ended. I can't even talk to you. I don't even know what that age is like anymore. Do you still get babysat? Mama drives you to Football practice? Living with your parents? Oh. My. Gee. Seriously. RIDICULOUS
Every once in awhile I will get a text from him even still, never responding...because HONESTLY...you were 16 last year. I was 16...I dont even remember when. You are a child.
You have Nugget, fetch you numbers. HAH. Oh my Oh My.

So that was the story of the little boy, not being able to say no, or not being able to think of excuses on the spot is starting to effect my lifestyle. I have a few other stories...such as this one.
Stay tuned my pets.

Love you all times PI