crush

There is a little old man at the nursing home where I work 

who has developed a small crush on me as of late. 

He is this short, (at one time) stocky Italian fella

who likes to wear jaunty felt hats when he goes outside and has a vast assortment of plaid shirts.

He claims to be 117 years of age, but in actuality is a mere 97.  

He drinks jager straight up during happy hour

and when he talks about his son and daughter

his eyes light up like a Christmas tree until he glows.

It is beautiful.

He has asked me to marry him 3 times in the last 2 weeks.

I am flattered.

And after last night's (unsuccessful) proposal I remembered a scene from The Harvey Girls 

(I love old musicals)

where Stephen McNally's character asks Angela Lansbury's character to marry him and she says:

"No dice Goldust.  But keep askin'.  Its good for my morale."