Shhh--it's not that bad. 80% of the guys who approach me are 19, 20 and 23--and I am THIRTY-ONE. My saving grace, thanks to the very fair skin, is that I look their age rather than mine. He's 18; he's not your son, and your husband gave you the ok. I CAN understand though, how it does get embarassing in public; three weeks ago, when I walking in this very safe little neighborhood at night, a black truck coming opposite of the direction I was walking slowed down drastically, then turned around and picked me up. I went up the window and looked in. "Ahhh, you are such a cute little boy--how old are you?" I said. Then he told me 21, and then asked my age. When I told him it was 31, he started laughing and said, "No way in hell are you older than me." Of course I got mad at him, but shut up when he took to the store and bought me some beer.