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They say there’s a first time for everything. And although that saying is trite and cliché, it sure is true! I experienced something for the first time yesterday that completely blew me away. I was driving in my car coming home from my parents' house. Marin was with me in the passenger seat smoking a cigarette, and we had the top down (LOVE convertibles!). As I was driving along the 5 fwy, I noticed another convertible to my right--a Volkswagen Cabriolet, with 3 or 4 young guys in it. I turned to Marin and asked her if she noticed how young they looked, and just as she started to tell me how she had seen them a couple of miles back, there they were, neck in neck with us, waving their hands, smiling, and making complimentary little cat calls to us. Now, being a buxom, blond, curly-haired youg woman driving a Porsche Boxster, I'm often used to men--and even sometimes woman--hitting on me in the car, but when I realized that these young guys were not just young, but probably about 16 or 17, I couldn't help but be totally embarrassed, laugh, and speed up to avoid them. At a mere 26 years old, this was the first time in my life that I have ever been hit on by someone so significantly younger than me, that I was humiliated to have to admit, "Honey, I am too old for you." Perhaps in another 10 years when I'm a young cougar and they're 26 year-old studs will it be ok for me to indulge in a little harmless older-woman, younger-man flirting, but although these guys were totally adorable and so proud of the fact that they could drive, I think I would have felt like a predator, and post coitally, would have been compelled to ask them if they wanted a warm glass of milk before I tucked them in to bed.