Rock the Cradle of Love

Last night at work I saw the cutest boy! I was doing my usual prowl through tables; refilling waters, chatting with clients, etc... when I spotted a very sexy, dark haired boy in red soccer jersey at one of the tables. Everytime I walked past he stared hungrily at me. I took to giving him coy, surreptitious glances across the crowded room. Finally I told my coworker; "That guy at your table in the red shirt is sooooo hot!" To which he replied, "Yeah that looks like your type..." (Whatever that means!)
He dared me to go flirt with him and ask him for his number. I was terrified. Then I thought about it more. What the hell did I have to lose?! I rushed to the bathroom to fluff my hair and reapply my lipstick. Greg (my coworker) was yelling through the door, "Violeta, Just get out here and do it ok?!"
By the time I emerged after powdering my nose and gathering my confidence, he informed me that he had already gone to the table and told them that "Someone here is interested in getting your number..."
I went over, blushing horribly, for the obligatory flirt session. There was a problem - the wrong guy was insistent at chatting me up, asking me what I was doing after work and could he get my number. I didn't know what to do; the dark haired boy couldn't look me in the eye and was intently playing with his plate of mac 'n cheese.
Later, I told Greg that the wrong guy had asked me out. To which he informed me, "Uhhhh... well, the guys at the table just told me that boy is 16!"
SIXTEEN???!!!! 16???!!!
Ok. Yes, I have been known to date younger guys. But I am not that much of a perv! He had a five o'clock shadow for crying out loud! He was the oldest looking 16 year old I have ever seen.
The rest of the night all my coworkers laughed at me.
I was a bit mortified. Especially when they told the manager what had happened.