Sex In MY City…

I had the most curious adventure today…I was coming off a graveyard shift and needed to get a new toothbrush and toothpaste. I figured I’d swing by the local Walmart to get these needed items on my way home. So sitting in a knee crunch position trying to decide what toothbrush I wanted a handsome young man approaches me and says: “Excuse me..”  Feeling a little tired, and impatient I am thinking of some snarky comment that would be succinct and to the point in conveying that I do not work at Walmart when his next words were: “are you seeing someone?” I  literally did a double take and said: “Waaahhht?” and the young man , a little more boldly this time said:  “Ma’am are you seeing someone?”   Totally taken aback, I said “Yes.” I wish I would have played along a little more, it would have been fun to say something out of character like: “Yes, I’m seeing you!”

I admired this young man in a way, if that is his pick up line he must get laid date  lot. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of that line when I was 21-ish?

Then I got to thinking about the scenario more and wanted to know the  “back story” of this kid…what would make him bold enough to go up to a stranger and ask: “are you seeing anyone?” I imagined that he only had a month to live and didn’t want to die a virgin, or he was  getting ready to be shipped out to Iraq or Afganastan and wanted to gain a sexual experience from an older woman…or I imagined that he was getting ready to come out of the closet but before he did so had to have a farewell f*ck with a complete stranger…

It was fun to imagine the back story. It was flattering to my almost 40-year-old ego (I’ve only been hit on twice before…once when I was 16 by a lecherous old man; and once from another female when I was about 21).

I am taking a Human Sexuality class and now I am curious as to what causes arousal and desire? What causes people to pair up and become a couple? What makes people feel comfortable and attraced to another enough to ask: “are you seeing someone?”

Evidently, I’ve been doing things wrong…I could have simplified my entire sexual encouters/dating experiences/relationship endeavors had I only listened to my grandmother’s advice…”find, and marry a  nice boy you meet at the grocery store.”

I know people in my rural city are “doing it” because I see the little  peanuts whenever I am floated into OB…but I had no idea that sex in MY city began with a grocery store adventure!