Dear Diary

Today my life seems like a page out of Bridget Jones' diary. If you've read it, think back to the interoffice relationship set afire by online messaging. If you haven't read it, stay in your seat and save yourself the pain of paging through mostly mindless drivel. What began with my signature smile and "did she just wink at me or am I crazy?" look has turned into a series of quite scandalous pieces of electronic correspondence. I'm sure that if our supervisors were ever to come across said communications we both would be promptly reprimanded and perhaps fired. Though our "relationship" has yet to achieve fruition in the form of a random bathroom hookup and/or an actual date I am confident that it one day will. Until that day comes I will continue to shamelessly flirt across the electronic medium and merely smile knowingly when he passes my desk.

This all being known I'd like to raise the concern of dating "older men". By older men in this instance I mean those that are college graduates and gainfully employed. You see, college students are easy to play and manipulate. I have yet to acquire enough knowledge of this more advanced breed of man to be able to confidently control a situation. This gets me to thinking, how old is too old? I'd set my personal limit at thirty, which is even pushing it unless we're talking professional athlete or atleast semi-attractive celebrity. Funny I should mention dating professional athletes over thirty, sometimes I amaze myself. At this point you must think I'm crazy and that I have no actual point. Really, just hang in there. My cousin whose name I should display in flashing red lights for being dense and ignorant but won't because she's family (hi honey if you're reading this) is "dating" a professional athlete that just so happens to be thirty years old and then some. I'm not talking AA baseball either.

Hell, I'll go ahead an tell you that this individual happens to play for the Dallas Stars, which is a hockey team if you're a girl or dumb. My cousin is an avid sports fan who is quite wealthy and can afford good seats to all sorts of sporting events. She has a particular liking for Hockey and apparently sits in viewing distance of the Stars' bench on a regular basis. She must have been pretty noticeable because Mister Big Shot Hockey Player sent her notes on several occasions asking her for dates, her phone number, sexual favors, etc. Word has it that she has even accompanied him on PR outings. This really isn't out of the ordinary, I understand that but let me share one more piece of information. This girl is seventeen. You must be thinking, where the heck are her parents while she's being schmoozed by an old man literally twice her age? Her parents think it's great, they think that they are "just friends". Ha, that's hilarious and weird.