Today I found out that a guy I think is cute is literally, truly, half my age.
I am old enough to be his mother. And not his babies-having-babies mother. His yeah-it's-totally-normal-to-have-a-child-at-that-age mother.
I'm not sure how I feel about this.
I mean, skeeved, obvs, but also . . . nope, just skeeved.
I mentioned this dilemma to the husband, who advised me to get over it and "Just Cougar it up," and I'm trying, but . . . man. Half. My. Age.
I'd hate to think that my errand running has been reduced to fantasies of surprise double coupons rather than the "Carry your bags to your car, ma'am?" bowchickabowwow vignettes that used to rule my thoughts, but I can't seem to get past this.
Advice? Thoughts? Secret crushes that have rocked your world?