Super Hero Pants

    I was working as a plans processor visiting the City of Miami Beach Department almost daily. Plans processing was my permanent job before my daughter was born and I worked until the day I was ready to pop. People at work thought my water would break anytime and my energy would hit me in waves of strength that quickly faded into exhaustion. After Amber was born I stopped working and became a stay at home mom. I was the perfect mommy, the crafty kind that was obsessed with Martha Stewart. My divorce quickly shoved me back into the work force doing what I knew best, plans processing. My old life was quickly fading away and my previous job had changed quite a bit. Technology took over building departments making the job of a plans processor less needed. I still had some accounts and I would do it part time, making a lot less money. Plans processing was the kind of job that required a lot of waiting next to either other plans processors or contractors. One day while waiting I met a plumbing contractor, he was sweet, kind, and really good looking. We started talking and soon I recognized him, he worked in some jobs with the construction company I worked for. He said he was about to start a new job with them and since I ran errands for them he asked for my number to keep in touch. We exchanged them and soon over the next week I was delivering some work supplies to him.

His company was small, in fact it was just him, there was no office, the deliveries had to be made to his apartment. I parked the car one morning in front of his place and knocked at his door, it was still early. He opened up with no t-shirt on and superman-pajama pants. He looked like he worked out daily, maybe hourly. He invited me in for coffee to which I replied with a kind smile, "no thank you." I handed him the supplies and left. As I drove away I tried to recover from his superhero abs. Soon I received a text from him, thanking me for the delivery and urging me to stay for coffee next time. To which I replied with a kind "you are welcome," and then added, "nice pajamas." Comment that was enough for him to put the kryptonite away and ask me out on a date.

We went to the movies and Sushi. At dinner I casually asked him his age, to what he joyfully replied "twenty three." I almost choked on the spicy tuna roll and looked at him in shock. I promise, he did not look that young. "I have nephews older than you." I replied in shock, "I'm thirty seven!" He could not believe it either but he did not care. Of course! I thought to myself, the cougar thing again. These kids don't care.

Yes, if you are curious to know we kissed that night and it was a great kiss but I couldn't see myself with someone so young and now that I'm in my early forties I don't regret it but remember it with a smile. Eventually he stopped trying to convince me to give it a try with funny, sweet texts. And well, I moved on to dating someone around my age. So wherever you are Superman, I hope you are making your Louise Lane very happy.