So here’s to you.....

Mrs Robinson.... Ah. Mrs Robinson, the term synonymous with the older woman seducing the young guy, or is it vice versa. The story, as told in the 1967 film The Graduate, is about a young innocent and naïve Benjamin Braddock (Dustin Hoffman) who falls into an affair with the wife of his father’s business partner… But was he? Was he the picture of innocence? I don’t think he was! I have been at the mercy of one such Benjamin Braddock wannabe, a young whippersnapper on the prowl for his next Mrs Robinson!

I’m a recent graduate (see the irony there) and my lecturer thinks it’s great that I managed to secure a job at one of the nations leading newspaper supplements. Though I chose to omit the fact that I spend the day fetching tea and sorting out newspapers… another blog another time! So I offered to help her out with a weeks worth of work experience.

It’s Monday morning and I go to fetch errrr, lets call him Bob, from reception. His towering height, it's not hard I’m only 5ft2, is impressive and I do think he's quite a cutie, but I thought, and I am quoted as saying this to a colleague, “he would grow into his looks”. He spends the week with us, treats me to lunch as a thank you and we end up all meeting up for after work drinks on his last day here.

Bob buys me my first cocktail, one dirty martini, and I’m on my way to slightly tiddly-ville! We’re talking and young Bob is downing his pint, I don’t notice that each time I say something he pats my arm, or touches my back, then when I lean in to tell him something he casually leans his thumb on mine… then proceeds to stroke it. So I'm sat there having my thumb stroked in the middle of a bar, my 26 year old thumb! He's 19, he got ID’d trying to get in the bar in the first place! This physical contact carries on throughout the night. The lingering touch when he gave me my drink and the brushing of his hand against my thigh.

After about his 3rd pint (bless) he admitted he thought I was ‘fit’ - is that what the kids are calling it these days - I realise, he truly was coming on to me, and weirdly, although he was cute, I just wanted to pinch his cheeks ‘awww how coooot are yooou’ and send him to bed with a hot chocolate. There is seven years difference between us, I was playing kiss chase with boys - and slowing down on purpose so they could catch me - when he was just born!

Not only was I shocked by my sudden mature behaviour, i.e. i didn't jump him, but also at how smooth he was. Considering he was a 19 year young bum 2nd year student, he was smooth, he pulled some moves I’ve not even known a 30 year old man to try.

So hats off to the Luton Lothario… when he grows up he’ll be a real ladies man.