Note to Self... Sometimes? You really CAN'T go back

Trust me on this one.  Pinky Swear.

So.... those of you who enjoy my Facebook ramblings, may recall a few weeks ago when a (YOUNG) man asked yours truly out. (Yes, he is the clerk at the liquor store)(Yes, I am there, errrmm... frequently)(What? I'm social, OK?)

This seemed like a fabulous idea at the time ( And, ummm? FLATTERED, much?)(Totally had to buy extra wine this weekend for a party)(Also? Totally went out of my way to go when he was working)(Because, evidently?  I am twelve.years.old)

I will say that the voice of reason started to whisper in the back of my head right about then. (Sigh) Knowing full well I have one night a week to "date" (true story)(my calendar is a wee bit tight) perhaps I should be reserving said one night a week for, oh, I don't know... gentlemen of a certain age? (I am rarely this sensible)(I don't expect it to last) 

Here's the thing.  When I was in my late mid twenties?  The men of my generation weren't quite so, umm... determined.  This young man was NOT taking no for an answer. (gulp)(To his credit, he is very sweet)(And knows full well how I old am)(Well...okay, he SORTA knows how old I am)

I had a HOUSEFUL of guests over the weekend.  They, too, thought this was fabulous.  And they thought they should ALL come along.  To meet the boy.  And his "buddies."  At a college bar. (Oh, yes)(Go right ahead and do THAT math)

I should perhaps take this opportunity to mention shortly after arriving at the bar (we didn't see them right away)(totally thought I was getting out of this)(not so much) I was informed by said young man that he is planning to marry me. (WHA??) Ummm... additionally, he informed me immediately after I told him I have two children, thankyouverymuch, that I will be having three more.  All Boys.(Again, WHA???)(Well, of course all boys)( I may have choked on my wine)

Can.not.make.this.stuff.up. 

Sidebar:  My house guests were COMPLETELY enjoying this show.  Especially when the "boys"  texted later that they had plenty of friends, and we should come over and "hang out" (In student housing)(Damn, I didn't get those kind of invites when I LIVED in student housing) 

We, however, after drinking ALL the wine in the finger lakes over the long weekend?  Chose to politely decline, and disregard the continued invitations (They are persistent, these boys)(Should this saga continue?)(I'll be sure to fill you in)