Mini-Cougars and the Sock-Hop

In my small town, there is a golf course named The Rock. In the small club house there is an even smaller bar that you can still smoke in and will stay open as long as you are still drinking. A group of us went this past Saturday night after attending my best friend's lingerie shower. I was the designated driver (and I'm not a big drinker) so I drank bottle of water after bottle of water, and basically hung out at the table laughing at my drunk friends and their mothers.
When the door opened and I recognized the boy walking in, I waved and said hello and went back to my water. No big deal.
However, later on in the night, an old classmate who was there went to his car and grabbed his CD filled with music from the 50's and 60's. For some reason, all of us 20-somethings knew the words, while the older crowd had lived them at some point. We jumped out of our booths and started dancing. We did the twist, the sway, and the bop.
The boy was sitting a little to himself, so I called him over. I knew him because he took my little sister to their senior prom and my mother cuts his and his mother's hair. I started chatting with him and we wound up slow dancing to some Motown...

Before I left (at 4 AM, mind you), he asked for my number. I blushed and gave it to him. He also asked to take me out the next day and I said yes.

We went to dinner, then to the lake and walked and talked. It turns out that we have a lot in common. We like the same music, the same movies, even the same foods. We both like silent moments when we're together and he knows how to cut up and make me giggle like a school-girl. After leaving the lake, he said he was going to take me somewhere. There was an old, one-lane, wooden bridge that the city bypassed and blocked off in my town. We drove out to it, climbed the barriers and walked to the middle, staring at the water. The moon was full and almost as bright as the sun...and he kissed me there.

He's 20, by the way. I'll be 24 before he turns 21.

But I'm enjoying these moments. I'm enjoying being relaxed with a man who randomly grabs my feet and rubs them. I'm enjoying stolen kisses under the full moon. It more than likely won't go anywhere, but I'm enjoying the moment....