Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned....

It has been three months since I have last lusted for a High School boy....

Okay, so back in the Spring and Fall many of us (Jennie, Sarah & I) were relegated to taking height and weight measurements on High School students in Indianapolis as part of a CDC grant. The Health Department didn't hire enough overpaid ($15/hour) interns, so we had to do some of it. During one of our sessions Sarah commented: "No wonder these teachers are having sex with their students." Now, the three of us are not talking about illegal stuff here - we are strictly talking about the 18 year olds - 6 feet tall, brown hair and non-pubescent voices.

Forward three months and I am at Cardinal Ritter Catholic High School getting ready to talk asthma meds with the school's athletic director and a nurse. I am kindly given Jesse - the tour guide - at the beginning of my venture. Jesse informs me that he is a Senior who plays three varsity sports and is going to Notre Dame to play football. Jesse also likes science (bonus). Jesse is also 6'2 with brown hair and brown eyes and looks like he just got back from Spring Break. Jesse also smells like Drakkar or something like it. Jesse is also my new best friend for over an hour. I felt like I should have gone to confession for my impure thoughts. Don't judge me.

He stuck around while I was chatting with some of the school staff to make sure I was "taken care of." He finally left for a bit when I sat down with the nurse and I said "Well, he was very kind." She laughed and said "I think he liked you too. Bet you don't have High School boys oggling you at your normal job." She's right there - I work in a building with hundreds of people and I'll bet 90% of them are women - Jennie is the only one who oggles me on any kind of normal basis. Okay, well I'll also add the dancing man with the ghetto-blaster on 38th because he's quite the oggler and Otis our Janitor and some of our building security guards because they seem to fancy themselves some white girls.

Finally, Jesse came back to walk me to the door and said "Have a nice evening...mam." Ugh, the dreaded "mam". Well, maybe it's the Mrs. Robinson complex? One can only hope.