Last Friday, after a decent/good day at work, I climb into my car and look over at the passenger seat to see this:
My sweet husband had left me my favorite chocolate covered fruit and the cute little rabbit. Which I immediately named "Jolly" for obvious reasons. Damn! I am one lucky lady!
I believe that there comes a time in every woman's life that she realizes she has run right into her 30's without even considering the consequences. For me, it has taken 2 full years to understand how different things are going to be.
Not that I was ever some great beauty but I can be honest and say that on a regular-basis men flirted and hit on me. Sometimes they were good looking, sometimes not-so-much. But at the very least I had my moments. Then, at 28, I met Mr. Right and no longer cared if I was turning heads. Recently, it has come to my attention that perhaps the reason I haven't noticed the "male attention" isn't just the wedding ring. I am now entering my middle-aged-ness. A fact that I have been lamenting for the last few months. But alas, today, my self-esteem took a rise.
On my way to work, I noticed my tire was very low. So, I stopped at a near gas station to fill it up. Now, mind you, I was on my way to work. I was wearing a black, baby-doll style DRESS. Yes, dress. Luckily, with my 32-years has come a little self-respect and I made sure that nothing was being flashed as I filled my tires.
Then I hear some guy call to me. He's in a fancy silver SUV and about to drive out of the parking lot. I look up and see a rather nice looking man with his window down, hollering to me. Ok, so he was hot!, but nonetheless. I couldn't understand him-with the air pressure in my ear and all- so I just shook my head a few times and he drove off. (I'm thinking to myself that he was probably offering to help but I shook my head. But, duh! I'm in a dress, on a windy day, trying to fill my tires. Of course I need some friggin help. Do you really need to ask?)
So, I finish up and am about to climb in the car when Mr. Hottie pulls up next to me. (Again, my thoughts were that he really was nice and came back to help.) He rolls his window down and pulls out his phone. I smile, ready to decline his offer and thank him anyway, when much to my surprise and sheer delight, he says, "Do you think I could get your phone number and call you sometime?" I am caught so completely off guard that I am speechless for a moment. He then notices my ring and says (very disappointedly), "oh, are you married?". I want to scream from the top of my lungs, "I feel pretty! oh so pretty!" Of course, I politely tell him I am happily married but I am flattered. And did I mention that he was hot?
Oh, how delicate the female ego.
Just so you clearly understand how very good looking he was, let's pretend like this was him:
My thanks to you, Mr. Hottie for the restoration of my self-esteem!
