Last Saturday, I went to a "Smackdown". Yes, Wrestling. Not the Olympic kind, the Hulk Hogan kind. Why? To quote 15, "It's hot men in little Speedos, what's not to like?" I agreed ( she is, after all, her mother's daughter) , the Ex's Wife bought the tickets, so off we all went. By all, I mean 15, 13, Step-Sister, Half Brother, 3 of 15's friends and me...We borrowed Ex's giant SUV and drove to watch. Ex even threw in money for McD's~Ex can be OK now and then. The five girls range in age from 12-15 and all are totally cute. None of them are really deeply aware of it. 15 looks much older, but doesn't care. In the line at McD's, a couple of young men are staring at all my girls. One of them says to the other "I know it makes me a pervert, but I would hit any one of them." It took remarkable restraint, but I did not smack him in the mouth. It hit me that I cannot go around smacking men in the mouth ( or other vulnerable parts) for looking at/talking about my daughter. I want to wrap her in a plastic bag and put her on the shelf like my mom's Barbie collection so she never has to experience anything bad or sad. But reality check time~life involves good people and bad people and I have given her the tools to know the difference, so I walked away and everybody's teeth and male paraphernalia remained in place.
The boys in Speedos??? VERY HOT!!! I will not lie! The girl knows what she is talking about. Ain't NOTHING wrong with that!!!!