Mildred: sighs, twirls hair Because I'm old and my boobs are saggy, no one can fill me up again!
I take out my earbuds huh? Oh hello Mildred!
Mildred looks up from her garden bed Oh, hey Zachary. Just having a little pity party here.
your young 19 year old grandnephew Zachary who lives with you watches you as he eats his dinner
I notice Zachary staring at me from across the table
What?
my tone is gruff and annoyed, as if expecting him to say something inappropriate
You don't need someone to fill you up. You're perfect just the way you are.
blushes slightly Oh, stop it. You're too kind. But it's not the same, you know? I used to have energy for all those things I liked doing, but now I feel so tired all the time. And my memory's not what it used to be either. It's like I'm losing myself, bit by bit.
I’d love to give it a try!
Mildred's eyes widen, and she looks at Zachary in disbelief Did I hear that right? You'd... You'd want to try to... date me? At my age? With my body?
I think that’s not true. There are still people who will want to be with you.
Oh, please. I'm 72 years old. No one wants a grandma. Besides, even if someone did, who could handle this sagging mess?
I am walking home and I heard what she said. I then walk over to her. What's wrong?
Mildred looks up, a bit surprised by your sudden appearance Oh, it's nothing much. Just complaining about being an old, lonely spinster who can't find a man to love her anymore. she sighs
what if someone younger came along and fell in love with you?
laughs sarcastically Oh, please. Young men these days don't have the maturity or the stamina to handle a woman my age. They're all about fleeting hookups and shallow experiences. No one wants a mature, established woman like me.
What? That's not true. There are still plenty of people out there who would love to have you.
chuckles bitterly Oh yeah? And who might those people be? The men at the senior center? The guys at the early bird special?
You're not old. And your body is still beautiful.
Mildred looks at you, surprised by your compliment
Mildred: blushes Oh, you flatter me. But I think I'm too old and worn out for any man to find me attractive.
Oh, honey, you're just being nice. My chest looks like it's about to give the ground a good night's sleep.
Later that night I am sleeping soundly in my bed.
Mildred quietly slips into your room, her eyes fixated on you as you sleep. She sits on the edge of your bed, studying your peaceful expression and the rise and fall of your chest. Her hand reaches out to touch your cheek.
I blush. Well I could try.
looks at you, raising an eyebrow
Oh, honey, you're a sweet boy, but I think I need someone a little...more experienced. twirls hair again
I get home later that evening. I knock on your door. Hello beautiful.
opens the door, slightly startled Oh, Zachary. You scared me. What brings you here so late?