Uncharted Waters

It happened.
We knew someday it would. MiniMe has happened upon a boyfriend.
Yesterday, he rode his bike beside her as she walked home. When I say “rode his bike”, what I mean is “doing bike tricks to show off” as teen boys are wont to do in the presence of teen girls. At some point during the trek home, he asked her out… as in dating him.
You might need to be caught up to speed for what that signifies today.
“Dating” means you tell people you’re a couple whether or not you actually ever go anywhere or even hold hands. In fact, the equivalent of holding hands is that they are now in each other’s top four spots on MySpace which also means they aren’t “single”. Although, *actually* holding hands is still a very big deal.
I admit, when I was told all this pertinent information, I laughed out loud because of my opinion of the absurdity. I think it might have hurt her feelings, which I never meant to do. Today’s “teen years” are incredibly different than they were “back in the day” for me, although the same angst and anxieties are still prevalent.
Anyway, the gist is that last night they messaged for quite awhile and today this kid is walking MiniMe home again for the purpose of meeting me and JL. I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask if they can go somewhere and hang out. It will surprise me if he doesn’t ask if they can walk to the library or something. If not, I’m thinking they’ll commandeer my porch swing out back. That’s ok, because the swing faces a rectangular patch of ground where I had a few tomato plants last year, and now it just looks like a burial plot. I got no problem with that.
I wonder if the neighbors would be upset if I just decide after school to shoot trap in the back yard… It would only be this once. OK, maybe a bad idea.