This One Time...10-Year-Old Boys Hit On Me At the Pool

Today Jake and I headed to the pool on this sunny Saturday afternoon. As we are enjoying the water, I look up and see this kid standing by the side of the pool watching us. I don't think anything of it until I catch him looking again...once...twice...three times.

"I think that kid is watching me," I tell Jake.

This kid who is yes, probably 10—at most 12.

The next time I see him, he makes eye contact, blows two kissy faces my way, and jumps into the water to join his friends.

The next 15 or 20 minutes then include these three little boys blowing kisses my way and making the Taylor Swift hand heart—with the occasional wink thrown in. Jake and I try to do our own things and not pay attention, but at one point Jake just kisses me—you know, to claim his territory. They got a kick out of that—with some oooOOOOOoooo's and then some encouragement like, "Hey, you're on the Kiss Cam" and "You can do better than that!"

At this point we are in the middle of the 6-foot-deep water, so of course they can't get anywhere really close to us. (Granted, I can't really hang out there by myself either, but I've got a tall husband to hang onto to keep me from A—drowning and B—exhaustion from treading water.) But these boys enjoy hanging out by the side and keep watching us.

So we swim back to the middle of the pool when they are distracted and are there for maybe 5 minutes when they get OUT of the water looking for us and then start getting into our area. Jake dives us underwater where we sneakily head back to the deep waters and then sneak out to sit on our towels.

No more than 5 minutes later, these boys are as close as they dare get making their faces and signals. The initial boy is now WAVING ME OVER. Really, boy...really? I wave him off, shake my head, and put on my "don't bother me look" complete with sunglasses, hat, headphones, and book. Boys, do you realize I could be your mother?

And that was my day at the pool.

P.S. I am definitely NOT married to a 10-year old. I snapped some stalker model shots of my hot husband when he wasn't looking. Luckily, I don't think he reads my blog. We'll see if I hear anything about this later...

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