monicaisafreak

I was hit on today. By a teenage boy. About 17, 18ish. From a group home. He was at the park with a social worker and his roommates. He was chubby, wearing wide leg baggy pants, hoodie. I dropped the cap to my water bottle on the ground, and he went around the bench, totally out of his way, to get it for me. He kept telling me how cute my son was, asked how old he was, ect. I went with my son to the other side of the playground, and he was sitting on the bench staring at me. When he left, he said, "bye! have a nice day" and all that shit. As I was walking past their group home, I thought what I usually thought "Jeremy! Theres where your daddy used to live. " His dad was in that same group home several years ago. Then I realized the irony of that guy flirting on me being from I was hit on today. By a teenage boy. About 17, 18ish. From a group home. He was at the park with a social worker and his roommates. He was chubby, wearing wide leg baggy pants, hoodie. I dropped the cap to my water bottle on the ground, and he went around the bench, totally out of his way, to get it for me. He kept telling me how cute my son was, asked how old he was, ect. I went with my son to the other side of the playground, and he was sitting on the bench staring at me. When he left, he said, "bye! have a nice day" and all that shit. As I was walking past their group home, I thought what I usually thought "Jeremy! Theres where your daddy used to live. " His dad was in that same group home several years ago. Then I realized the irony of that guy flirting on me being from the same group home that my sons dad was in. creepy.