From the pictures I am about to post, you would never know that anything happened other than sunshine, shorts and starbucks.
Au Contraire my little innocent minds. This day marked the day I became a cougar.
Prior to the 22 July 2011, I actually scoffed at the concept of even being attracted to someone months younger let alone years BUT on this wonderful day, on the singular longest bus journey EVER, I happened upon a lad so stunning, intelligent and witty that when he informed me of his age [which btw was 18] and then asked mine, I briefly considered lying and then I grudgingly mumbled 23, did the fastest math of my entire adult existence and realised that a partner who was 5 years my junior would not be acceptable to me, my mum or a judge....
Ok maybe it is legally acceptable but honestly, what would I tell my kids??
I will tell you that I flirted with the idea [and maybe also with him a little] for much longer than you would think and then forced myself to part ways when he queried as to why I kept giggling and erm also when I realised that I had walked past all the shops that I'd initially intended to go to simply so we could have more time to converse.
I closed my eyes and pushed him away and quickly replaced all memory of his face with an extra coffee, caramel frappe [light] and a couple of blog photos.
Hope you enjoy because somebody has to...
leather jacket - vintage
cropped top- some market or another
shorts - H&M
sandals - primark
bag - also primark
face - God
love, peace & fleeing from lads who are teens...