Oh Sweet Child

I got hit on at the gym yesterday. I was walking on the treadmill reading my book when a kid (15 or 16 years old, I would guess) got on the treadmill next to me. He said, "hi;" I said, "hi." He said I was pretty, to which I replied "Thank you." Then he asked if I had a boyfriend. "Ha!," I thought, "Are you kidding me?!?" Now, I know that I've been told that I look younger than my 28 years, but do I look that much younger? And, what about my expanding belly? I sure don't have a basketball hiding under my shirt! In any case, it was slightly flattering (unless he has a fetish for older, pregnant women...). The poor child must have been embarassed because he put his headphones on and stayed on the treadmill for only 2 more minutes or so when I replied, "My husband's over there." Now Alan thinks that I shouldn't go to the gym by myself (like I'd be motivated to go to the gym by myself anyway) so he can protect me from the throng of teenage boys that are ready to work out on the treadmill next to mine and practice their pick-up lines on me. Too funny!