The same night I abducted the kid, I got a random Facebook request from another kid. I use the word kid because he was adorably baby faced, but in all seriousness, he was a man. A couple years older than my oldest son, who I would also consider a man, I guess. Anyway, this guy sent me a friend request. We had a couple mutual friends. One was my son’s girlfriend, I think, so I figure he’s gotta be an OK person to accept. Within a few minutes, I get a message saying, “Thanks for adding me, let me know if you ever want to do anything, like dinner or an adventure.” To which I reply, “Haha. Awesome!! I love dinner and adventures.” Which, if you’ve been on my instagram or read more than one or two of these little blogs, then you know that. So we end up chatting online for a few. He’s talking about food. I’m getting ready to watch Game of Thrones. But we keep a steady stream of conversation going. I go stalk out his profile. He’s young. Super young. I mean, he told me he was 26, but his face looked 16. This is not the first time I’ve been approached by a youngster on Facebook. The last one was younger than both of my oldest kids. He was 21, I think. And when he snapchatted me a dick pic, I felt like a child pornographer and told him to never do that again! Plus, chatting with him was like chatting with a kid. This new guy in my inbox was actually pretty fun to chat with. So he starts talking about food. Says he wants to go out and get something to eat. He invites me to meet him. Again, I’m watching Game of Thrones, the finale. So I tell him it will have to be when that ends. I already knew that there was a very good chance that I was going to be crying myself to sleep that night, because already twice in the short time the show had been on, I wanted to text my friend Samantha about something that was happening on the show and I picked up my phone and then put it back down. The night was getting rough. I decided to take him up on his offer as a much needed distraction from the night, plus, I’m a fan of meeting random people in random places for food. So when the show ended, I grabbed my sweatshirt and headed out. I met him at Applebee’s. I got there around the same time he did. I grabbed a booth and he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He had ridden his motorcycle there. I know, he had me at motorcycle, right?! So he comes out and sits across from me. We order our drinks and immediately start talking. The server had to come about five times before we placed our order because we just kept talking about random stuff. And I did check his ID to make sure he was as old as he said he was and that I wasn’t going to go to jail any time in the near future. But I was pretty sure I wasn’t anyway because he made it clear that he is into older women and that he is perfectly fine with not fucking me, because he apparently is not lacking for sex out here in the big bad world, which I could totally see why. Did I mention that he was abso-fucking-lutely adorable? Like so adorable I just wanted to bite his face when I saw him and he had this amazing smile that he was always flashing. He seemed like one of those people who was just happy and entertained all the time by life. My kind of people. So we finally ordered and we ate and talked and laughed and shared stories until the manager politely came to kick us out because the restaurant was closing. So he paid for our food and we left and went outside. I was ready to go because it was midnight and I am usually in bed by 11, but this guy works mid day and evening so by midnight his day is just getting started. He’s definitely a night owl. I told him I was more of a mid day raven. He seemed amused, which is good. I’m glad he didn’t take that as I’m a mid day person who likes to feed on rotting carcasses. I could be wrong, but I think ravens and crows and vultures are all related. I could be wrong. I hope I’m wrong. Either way, me and the night owl ended up standing outside for another 2 and a half hours talking. He lost the keys to his motorcycle somewhere in the process. He eventually found them fallen down in the engine. I helped him retrieve them. We kept talking. Finally, I had to tap out because I was sooooo tired. So we said our goodbyes and he told me to message him when I got home. So I did. I decided that I would definitely see him again while I was driving home. And then for the remainder of the night and all day Monday I could not stop thinking of this guy. It was bizarre. I just wanted to see him again and that smile. I know the age thing could and probably would be a factor for some people, but I’m not really going to dwell on it so much because if I learned nothing else this week, I learned that life really is short so do what the fuck you want if it makes you happy and if hanging out with a 26 year old until 2:30 in the morning makes me happy, then I will definitely be doing that more often….