Out to Lunch with the Boys

A while back I was invited out to lunch by two drop-dead-gorgeous 23-year-old guys.  Hmmm Cougar Town here I come!  Woo hoo! 

I was surprised that they asked but I never hesitated when accepting the invitation.  Hey a woman can’t let an opportunity of being wined and dined pass her by, now can she? After all, it’s not as if I have the men queuing up to take me out.  Exactly. 

I’ve known Bruce and Matthew since they were in preschool.  And they were naughty little shits back in the day.  Hmmm I think that they are still a little wild impulsive at times.  But, I just love their spirit. 

I cannot believe that they are now old enough to take me out on their own.  Oh my God, where did the time go? 

I was flattered.  Hmmm eat your hearts out people!  I have – not one, two – hot, hot dates! 

I was a bit apprehensive.  I’d heard all the hope-your-parents-never-find-out stories over the years.  I’d seen some of their unruly partying and bouncing-off-the-wall antics with my own eyes whilst crossing fingers that my son never does the same.  Sheesh I hope these guys have the ability to be responsible for a few hours. 

But, I could relate.  There was a time in my life when I also had an arrogant attitude towards life and believed that I was totally invincible.  I cringe when thinking of some of the irresponsible things I did in my time.  Oh, how I miss those days of uninhibited, carefree abandon. 

I had doubt.  I wondered how these two toy boys youngsters would cope with all the intricacies of taking a cougar quadriplegic lady out for a wild-night-out-on-the-town civilized lunch in a respectable restaurant.  Although they had grown up around me, they had never been given the responsibility of doing anything for me.  Oh well, the worst that could happen is that I would be embarrassed and have to pay for the pleasure – and possibly starve and die of thirst for a few hours. 

I was amazed.  They got me in and out of the car smoothly, without a problem.  Oooh they are just so strong and able – with tight buns and bulging biceps – bodies to die for. 

I was impressed.   They are polite, considerate and human kindhearted.   Mmmm bad boys true gentlemen. 

I was in awe.  They are so forward confident, ambitious, driven and focused on becoming responsible human beings with the desire for women to make a positive contribution to society by being successful.  I was never so worldly or mature when I was their age.  Hmmm I had to break my neck to learn most of my life lessons and turn 40 to become self-confident. 

I was amused.  They are incredibly funny, charming, intelligent and witty.  They are comical and their jokes are dirty hilarious but respectful and in good taste.  I haven’t laughed like that in ages – it’s so good for my soul

I was surprised by their raw honesty and frankness.  We chatted openly about life, relationships and their dreams for the future.  Hmmm now I know all their sex… secrets.  How much are you willing to pay me to reveal all? 

We had an awesome time – eating good food and sipping on ice cold beers, on a hot summer’s afternoon.  Hmmm drinking beer through a straw takes me right back to my student days.  You spin me right round baby, right round, like a… hmmm those were the good old days.  Besides, I wasn’t going to risk letting either one of them spill beer on my new outfit.  The last thing I needed was to come home smelling like a brewery. 

Bruce fed me comfortably without messing food on my clothes – not once.  Sheesh, not even his dad does it copes so well. 

I have a very soft spot for these boys.  They have literally grown up, and matured, before my eyes.  Yes!  There is hope for my boy! 

Even though we were out in public – and people tend to gape – eyes transfixed and mouths-wide-open – not once did Bruce or Matthew appear ashamed of me, my wheelchair or my inabilities.  And that, puts me to shame.  Because I would never have had the courage to even speak to a person with a disability at their age, let alone take them out to lunch. 

Instead, they made me feel like the most special woman on the planet.  I could lift my chin, defeating those staring eyes with a smirk on my face.  Don’t you just wish you were sitting in my shoes right now? 

I am proud, honoured and privileged to have been, and still be, a part of their lives.   

Bruce Fargher and Matthew Cresswell thank you for making a difference to my life.  I love you. 

  

Bruce Fargher and Matthew Cresswell

 

About Tracy Todd

Although I need a wheelchair to get around, it is most certainly NOT what defines my essence as a woman. I am also a mother, teacher, wannabe writer and an inspirational speaker with a positive outlook on life.
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16 Responses to Out to Lunch with the Boys

  1. Bill Watson says:

    You are one hot lady to attract the young guys like Bruce and Matthew to an old man like me.

  2. Cat says:

    Haha, this was cute. Made me laugh. They’re cute, too! You should hook them up with me, Tracy!😉 Hehe.

  3. Wonderful story. I hope my sons will grow into young men with equally open hearts. (And these two are adorable!)

    A little something left for you chez moi, if you care to stop by and read the most current cuppa-cuppa-cuppa-etc.

  4. Great story — had me smiling and going “Aw, sweet” and “ooh, are they cute.”

    My step-grandson has gone in a couple of months from little boy Harry Potter lite to tall, lean, jazz drummer chick magnet. Amazing. And what fun to be a part of his life.

    By the way, your adorable pup reminds me so much of Stella, a remarkable dog who lives with Susan (a fabulous photograph and writer) in Nashville, Tennessee. Check out her blog with lots of Stella photos at Carny Dog (http://carnydog.blogspot.com/). You’ll love Susan and Stella.

  5. Giulietta says:

    Hi Tracy! It’s been too long since I stopped by to read your always eloquent words. Fun, loving piece. Remarkable young men.

    What a fun date with two cuties. I enjoyed reading your first commentee’s note about conformity. Much of what passes as non-conformity is plain old aliveness. I, too, got in trouble in elementary school and junior high.. By high school, they’d beaten me back a bit and I graduated early to escape the continued molding into an obedient clone.

    If we set ourselves free, we don’t get angry with those who have already done so. Hence, your open conversations with the handsome young men at lunch.

    Thx. G.

  6. Norm says:

    Awesome piece Trace. I had the very real pleasure of teaching them both.

    Unfortunately, though, I fell into the trap of seeing them as most of the staffroom did… as uncontrollable trouble starters, especially Bruce. I took it upon my arrogant-self to sort them out through intense discipline. I was going to get them to conform. It was them or me. Sheeez… I was such a dick!

    I had a total down on Bruce. The irony of it he was everything I now embrace most in people – confident, free-spirited, non-conformist. I really hope he was the one student I had absolutely NO influence on because the influence I was trying to have on him would have been totally wrong.

    The person I was on the inside related to Bruce (and the rest of his friends) in a million ways. Instead of trying to supress their spirits, I should have made them feel comfortable with being “different”.

    Fortunately… I met up with Bruce a couple of years ago. I walked up to him and said, “Bruce… I was a doos. Please forgive me.”

    Another case of where the children were the teachers and I the student.

    • Tracy Todd says:

      Norm I know that Bruce and Matthew got up to lots of mischief at school and were probably every teacher’s nightmare. Sadly, they will probably be remembered for those immature errors of judgment that they made during those years of their life. But, everybody makes mistakes. Everybody deserves a second chance. And everybody grows up — eventually. You and I know that.
      But, I had the privilege of getting to know their hearts and souls and let me tell you that these two boys are very special indeed. They may be spirited but they are compassionate, caring, loving with deep family values. I love them like my own son.
      Thanks for your comment. 🙂

  7. PennyB says:

    Hi Tracy
    I have just read some of your blogs….catching up and am so impressed by your writing style and content. You speak from the heart and that is the only way. Your sense of humour rings loud and clear.
    This particular story about these two young fellows who took you out is truly encouraging. Of course their parents are to be commended to have taught them to “care” ! The experience of interacting with you will serve them well forever. While you had enormous fun I am sure they came away feeling good too.
    Keep up with your lovely writing.
    Penny

  8. Anton says:

    This is AWESOME! So many people shoot off their mouths about “vandag se kinders” and their perceived lack of manners, caring, social responsibility, warmth, etc.

    I think the opposite is true. When I was their age I had no idea about doing community work, outreach programmes, volunteer work, etc,

    Just the other day I read “You haven’t lived until you have done something for someone who can’t pay you back”. Wouldn’t society be so much better if each of us try to do that just once a day?

  9. Rene says:

    Tracy, you always manage to give me goosebumps and a tear in my eye, but also a smile on my face, when I read your writings. Thank you for that.

    And the parents of those two boys can be very proud of them. I sometimes wonder if there is any hope for todays Twilight and MXit obsessed youth, but reading stories like this gives me hope.

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