I tried to be a good mom, but I just couldn’t help myself.
Each time I saw him over visiting with my son when they got back from college, I would feel a tingle flow through my body. He looked so different from when he would come over years before. Maybe it was the long nights that I would spend by myself? That must have been it. It just drove me crazy. That’s the only explanation as to what I had done after seeing him come around again.
My son Alex’s friend was named Eric. He was tall, blond, and fairly skinny. There wasn’t anything remarkable about him besides the fact that he was so flirty and he had a great smile. It just made me feel young again. It had been a while since I had gotten attention like that. Sure, I would get an occasional catcall or have someone ask for my number, but it was always so forced and awkward.