citrus

I was given the most unusual talking to this weekend.
'Don't take this the wrong way.' A slightly embarrassed smile.
'What?' I look at her questioningly.
She goes on to give me an education on teen age boys and how they're going through 'hormonal' changes.
And me being the closest in age to her teen age son, could I discretely distance myself from the boy.
Er..
'Have you said anything to the boy?' I ask.
'No.'
'Because he's at that age and he'll take it the wrong way?'
'Yes.'
'Alright.' I say, wondering how I'm going to explain this distance thing to a boy who's grown attached to me because I listen to his stories about all the girls he likes and all the things he did with his friends and all the boys he's hit,wanted to and going to. That and I let him scam money, chocolate milk and nesquick from me now and again.
How to manage him and his mother.
So in the evening, the boy and I, we're lying down on our backs on the floor under the fan talking and I say 'Listen, I can't hang with you anymore.'
'What?? Why?'
'Can't tell you.' I smile at him.
'You're messing with me.'- He.
'Not.'- Me.
'I swear, if you are, I'll pound you.' He threatens.
'Not.' I say again.
'Tell me then.' He cajoles.
So I explain, that it doesn't affect me in any way, but he's going to be terribly embarrased.
He wants me to tell him anyway.
So I say. 'Alright, all the aunties think you have a crush on me. Ha ha :)'
'What?!!' He disclaims. 'You?!! You do know that even if you were the last girl on Earth, etc, etc.'
'Got it.' I say. (last girl on Earth, it seems) So from now on a couple of feet distance good?'
'Good.' He agrees.
And that everybody, is that.