I guess you could call me the Pied Piper of keiki- they love me, follow me and are enthralled by me. No, for real. One of my first jobs in college was a summer leader at the Nuuanu YMCA. My friend Slebbie and I answered an ad in the paper for YMCA leader. Of course we thought that we were more than qualified after graduating from the school of summer pals jr. leader for a few years. We thought it was an easy summer of sham battle every day… Uh no. We couldn’t have been more wrong. We actually had to teach stuff to these kiddies.
This experience actually shaped my whole future and personality. I mean I thought I was an outgoing people person but really? The YMCA takes you to places where you probably would never go. For example, we had to lead the kiddie songs, with dramatic creative motions. Imagine being Barney daily, with no costume. Did I mention I was ” Boy George” at an assembly f0r 400 keiki and their leaders? After that, I wasn’t “shame” to do anything. It really brings you back to child level when you have to captivate and entertain children for long periods of time.
Over the years, I have noticed that when I go to people’s houses and they have kids, the keiki naturally gravitate to me. Is it because I can read a book like nobody’s business? Or imitate an animal? Or can they feel that I am a child at heart? I don’t know, whatever it is it has made me successful.
My co-workers kids, boys and girls have always been totally enthralled with me. I have had 3 year old boys professing their love for me. I could name several, however I will protect the innocent. Yes innocent, but not ignorant. Which brings me to the present. Why am I so surprised then when younger men hit on me?
In essence is it the same thing that attracts them to me? Haha. I don’t actually know what it is…I mean it would probably take some Psychology courses at UH Manoa to figure that out…Do you remember the Oedepius Complex? Look it up. Ha! You all are lucky I provided the link. My coworkers were giving me crap about it one day and I looked to my friend Nicky who at that time had a teenage son and said,” shut up before I date your son.” Cricket, cricket.
Dating is hard on Maui…for me it makes it worse when young and I mean only young guys hit on me. Some women delve in the fact that younger men like them and carry them on the side of their arm like a trophy, however that’s not me. I am embarrassed. Hell, I dated a younger guy when Demi and Ashton were starting out and the term “cougar” didn’t exist. Now it seems the younger men find it exciting to date an older woman…well I’m not playing.
One night I went out and this really cute guy hit on me… but alas as the gays call it, he was a “twink” He wanted to buy me a drink. Which is commendable since he was so young. But then I took a closer look at him as we were talking … I recognized who he was and believe me, “I know your mother” are not the words I ever thought I would utter to someone hitting on me. Gong! Again, back to the present.
The other night at Maui Brewing Co. I was sitting at the bar with one of my main gays and a guy from across the bar approached us but before he could sit down I held my hand over the bar stool next to me and said, “Wait how old are you?” He replied, “Forty-Four.” Ok you can sit down. In the course of our conversation, age came up again and I had to ask him once more, “How old are you again?” Yup you guessed it… I may need a hearing aid because he replied, “Twenty-Four.” Uh yeah, you do the math….Buh bye.