Don't tell mum the babysitter's been hit on...

You want to know what happened?

I was walking down the street, minding my own business, iPod on, hands in pockets, no hat for the time being... and I hear this honking. It made me jump, because in my book, a car honking is a driver warning for approaching danger.

I should have known better...

Three guys in a convertible.

"Hey, Barbie! Looking for a Ken?"

I haven't been called 'Barbie' since I stopped being blond, but apparently, the stripes never wear out. I'm a Barbie. Dark, short, sporty hair and all. Suits me right for wearing a pink jacket - I'm the geek in the pink, dammit!

I take a closer look, because there's something strangely familiar with the guy in the back seat. Like I know him from somewhere, yet I can't quite place his face. You have no idea how many thoughts rush through my head at that moment - places I could know him from, and how well...

"Oh, my God! Drew!" I finally snap out of it. He's four years younger then me, and back in the days, I used to babysit him. Well, maybe not exactly babysit, because he wouldn't have survived it - me and kids don't match!

He looked stunned at me, mouth open, soon about to catch a fly. I put on my widest, brightest smile. hand on hip.

"How's your mum? Did she and your dad eventually get together?" I ask. I see how he turns deep red. He hadn't anticipated this, after all, last time I saw him he was ten and I was fourteen. We've both grown.

"Uh... yeah..." he mumbles, sinking down into the seat. His friends are trying real hard not to giggle, but apparently not succeeding.

"Well, send them my best! Oh, and didn't your baby brother just had a kid?" I continue ranting on. I'm the one that saw his baby brother more or less get potty trained. Boy, where do the years go?

He nods, looking like he's about to throw up. I smile, waving.

"Send them my love!" I declare, walking over to the other side of the street, continuing my walk towards the destination. This was fun!



...I might have scared him off picking up random chicks on the street, though!



***

Later that night, Drew's mum called me up.

"Did my son hit on you????" she asked, amazed. I laughed.

"I don't think what he did can be categorized as 'hitting on' anyone..." I replied, but it stunned me, though. "Did he tell you that?"

Now it was her time to laugh.

"God, no! His friends thought it was so funny, they tell everybody about it. That he had such a crush on his babysitter, he had to hit on her thirteen years later..." she replies.

"He had a crush on me?" I asked, stunned.

"The biggest!" she replied.

"Oh... to me he was just your annoying son..." I tell her, realizing I probably should have sugarcoated it.

She laughed and laughed and laughed.

"He still is! Annoying, that is." she said.

We hung up after catching up. It's been a while. Man, where do the years go...?