"Do you think that guy is too old for me?" I asked.
"That guy--in the corner booth. Do you think he's too old for me? Cause I can't tell anymore. I get all flirty while waiting in the Starbucks line, and then the guy calls me Ma'am. But that guy wouldn't call me Ma'am. I just wonder if he's too old?"
"I don't know. He's in his fifties"
"I could go out with a guy in his fifties. Don'cha think?"
He may be older, even. I'm not sure."
And neither one of us was taking any pains to disguise the fact that we were talking about him. If he had bothered to look, he would have seen us. This occurred to me at the very same moment that I remembered I was sitting there under my weekend hair, without makeup, and wearing my favorite manpants and see-through black t-shirt.
"Nevermind," I said. "You gonna eat that bacon?"
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