It wasn’t the first time a guy had hit on me on the lift but, I got to say, he was the most persistent. He told me he wanted to watch me ski and then followed me down the hill right in my tracks.
Since we arrived at the lift at the same time, we rode up together again. This time he told me, “Now, I want you to watch me ski down.” Now I’m sucker for a cute boy with a nice smile so I followed him down and complimented him on his skiing.
I tell you, in twenty years or so that seven-year-old is going to have the girls lining up.
P.S. His dad sure found the situation hilarious.