Man, I feel like Chester the Molester

Side note: I'm seriously considering changing the title of this blog to "Blogs about boys"--but then I'd be obligated right? :-)

Anyway, I went to a show this weekend (part of the Indianapolis Hip-Hop Festival), and I watched a group called "Sub-Surface" do their thang. I was immediately drawn to one of their emcees, yes, he had dread locks and was awfully good looking- so you already know. Dude had nice flows, his lyrics seemed thoughtful and well written. I was impressed, and I'm thinking this guy looks strangely familiar but I can't place the face. They perform a few songs, I'm diggin' their style, so I get the hookup from a friend and go backstage. I find the dude from Sub-Surface and I'm like "Hi, good show, I like your music." We make introductions and chat about music and things. Then out of no where he says"Oh my god, I know you. You don't recognize me do you?", with this big grin on his face. I'm a little puzzled by the grin so I stand there speechless, thinking, you know something I don't?

Long story short, turns out I used to babysit this guy when he was like 7 years old. I was probably 13 or so at the time. I remember him as a skinny, snaggle-toothed, little boy who always tried to open the door when I was using the bathroom and did just about everything else he could to drive me insane. His dad owned a clothing boutique and would totally over pay me and usually bring me something new whenever he picked up his son.

I immediately felt like a dirty old woman. Granted, he's a grown man now, but once I realized who he was I couldn't stop seeing him as a little boy. I felt weird about finding him attractive and treating him like a potential suitor. Knowing who he was took the wind out of my sails. Frankly, it creeped me out and I felt like a bit of a pedophile. It's silly I know, but when he asked if he could call me sometime I lied and told him I had a boyfriend. We exchanged e-mail addresses though, and I'll keep in touch.

Small world.