Good times....*

I met this really great guy the other night.
He's really cute, with sandy brownish-blondish hair and blue eyes.
He's smart, funny, chatty, and very attentive.

I've even met his mother already.

She was in the spa chair next to me on Friday.

Did I mention that he's 3 1/2?

Yes, I am apparently a big hit with the pre-school set.

First, his fascination seemed to be focused on the water in the footbath of the spa chair, since it was blue. His favorite color, he told me.
Then he was entirely fascinated with my legs and feet. (A fetish in its early stages, perhaps??) He was "helping" the lady who did my pedicure, pretending to apply lotion (!!) and something else I couldn't quite understand, because when you're not the parent, it can be hard to decipher 3 1/2 year-old-ese.

Actually, I was kind of surprised that his mother didn't stop him from touching the strange lady in the chair next to hers, but hey, I'm not a parent. And he wasn't bothering me -- I was amused. And really glad that I'd shaved my legs the day before.

He then got his fingernails polished a pretty shade of blue (wonder if his dad's cool with that) and decided he wanted his toenails polished red, after seeing mine.

Alas, our time together came to an end, and I was left to come home to my cold apartment alone.

*heh heh