Is this real life?

After my Friday night of extreme compliments, I thought my streak of good luck in that department had run out.

Nope. Sure didn’t.

Saturday, I went to the wedding of a former co-worker. My former College Professor friend was there and brought her friend and former co-worker with her as her date. (I feel like I have to be a little guarded on my blog now, which sucks. Too many people know about this, and have told too many others. There are some scary stats coming in from my Stat Counter. All the Omaha hits, I’m looking at you).

The gist of it is this: I grew up watching this guy do the news in Omaha when I was a kid. He ended up telling my former Professor that he thought I was hot, had a hot body, and was hitting on me during the reception. He said I looked like Mariska Hargitay! (I don’t know that I see it). He friended me on Facebook and sent me a message too, saying he was glad they left when he did because he would have danced with everyone and stolen a few kisses.

Um, what? 

You guys. He’s 60.

60! My parent’s are 61…so there’s that.

Talk about awkward.

Oy. My love life. It’s a freakin’ joke.