Was I nearly kidnapped? And...if I'm not technically a kid, can I still call it that?

The weekend has been fairly boring, interesting, scary and good. Friday night I promised myself that I'd be a good girl, that I'd keep my name and that I would discover what not having a hangover on Saturday morning, felt like.
I stayed in, watched TV, ate the salti-crax (month end) and other tidbits I could find in my bare cupboard and chilled. God it was lovely.
Saturday morning was delightful. It was wonderful to wake up at an early hour and I met my twin for breakfast. Twin, because we're born on the same day and year but we're basically sisters from another mother* We think this fact is fabulous.
It was so awesome to catch up with her. We ate breakfats (literally... fried egg, fatty bacon, hashbrowns and to make me feel better, I had mushrooms and ate the grilled tomato)
I've noticed that the greasy breakfast does generally taste delicious and that you can enjoy it even when you're not dying from the night before.
Who knew?

I then decided to make my parents day and visit them. My parents are so wonderful and so weird at the same time. My mother is incredibly arty ( she is a real life artist) and my dad is an accountant (go figure - excuse the pun-haha)** My parents are re-doing their atrium and entrance. I have never seen my parents so excited to go to the nursery. They were giddy with excitement and showed off some arty pots my mom had found. My parents are officially getting old. It's the first sign. I told them so. Funny, they weren't impressed with me!

I decided to stay in**** on Saturday night (I know, shocker!) and was on my way home, when I scrounged up some change from my car to get a packet of smokes. I parked and started walking. This BMW X5 had driven up, but not parked. As I started walking, the car was slowly rolling forward and that's when I heard: "Excuse me? Can I talk to you?"
It was a man from the 4x4. I hesitated but said: "No, thanks...it's OK!"
Not quite sure what response that was, but I tell you, I got the weirdest and creepiest feeling in the pit of stomach. He rolled forward and by this stage he had leaned across, opened his passenger door and then opened his door. I quickened my pace, wondering why I had parked so far away (it wasn't far, but it felt like 10kms away at this stage.) "No thank you. It's fine! I don't want to talk!"
I said, my voice now screeching a little hysterically.
He called me over again, asking me to come round to the passenger door.
Oh sure. That sounds like a fine idea.
I ran. Bolted. I am thinking that maybe I could be a part of the Olympics athletics team.
I was so petrified and yet I felt conflicted. Maybe I was overreacting, but maybe I wasn't.
I don't think I was. What the hell was his passenger door open for and why was he so creepy?
When I had to walk back from the store, my heart was in my throat. I phoned my mom. My reasoning was:
a) they need know where I am.
b) they know that I'm worried and can call for help if anything happens to me if I'm snatched.
c) what car to look for
d) to make me feel better.

My mom had a close heart attack. She told me to stay in the Pick n Pay where there were people and that my dad would come and follow me home.
So I walked around the aisles, feeling twitchy and nervous and paranoid. I looked like a shoplifter and suddenly I was being stalked. By the store manager. He suddenly needed to rearrange the items in the aisle I happened to be in.
My dad (my hero) finally arrived and he followed me home, much to my relief and the relief of the manager.
I felt rather silly afterwards, but God give me female intuition and it would be wrong not to use it.

Creepy.

Today was spent chilling, watching TV in the comfort of my boyfriends arms, a warm blanket and hot chocolate. What a day!

* funny, doesn't rhyme as well as "brother from another mother!"
**I'm amusing myself at 02h36***, OK?
***I'm working.
**** Let me come clean...I'm too broke to do anything and Twin payed for breakfast on the pretense I'll get the next one (phew!)

Age is just a number, right? RIGHT?

I am not a judgemental person. If you're a regular, you'll know I always put myself in other peoples shoes...I'm stumped though. I actually can't do it this time.

We have these family friends we've known for years! There eldest daughter is a year older than I am and their youngest daughter (let's call her X because I am that original) is the same age as my sister (21 turning 22). In fact, we all go way back to primary school.

Well, at my sisters graduation on Tuesday, we all bumped into each other, which was so lovely considering we haven't seen them in a while. I noticed her parents and one of her dad's friends.
Something seemed amiss though. They all seemed to be awkward around each other. X seemed to be distant from her parents.
I didn't think too hard about it. We had the lovely ceremony and then there were refreshments afterwards.
Again, it struck me as odd that X didn't come up to her parents afterwards and be congratulated or be in the photographs etc etc...

The next minute X disappears. Mrs. X comes up to my mom and I and she looked all weepy. She whispered to us: "Do you see that guy standing over there?"
She pointed at Mr. X's friend standing talking to X.
"Well," she continued. "They're dating. They have been for 4 months and our lives have been turned upside down."
Well my mom and I do not get the award for TACT, but our reactions were certainly HONEST!
I mean holy shit! Here is a 53 year old guy dating a 21 year old.
To make things even worse, this guy is a friend of the fathers...he has been a family friend since X was born and practically watched her grow up.
Oh and if that still isn't bad? His 21 year old daughter is best friends with X! Although I can't imagine they would be anymore.

I'm sorry to be judgemental but COME ON!! What the hell is this 53 year olds intentions with a 21 year old...a 21 year old you have family history with.
Something is wrong.

Her parents are besides themselves and the problem is they've sat down with the guy plenty of times trying to talk to him and the more they talk to X, the more she gravitates towards this creepy old dude.

My mom and I felt like total shit because of the way we reacted while this poor woman (normally very strong) broke down.

I haven't stopped thinking about it.