When men look
Men are looking at me and I’m always thinking what are they looking at. Hubby notices and sometimes he comments but most of the time he just throws his arm around me in the territorial thing. Like the other day, we were at Wal-Mart and I was walking into the store and this man, not an old fart either, looked at me and smiled and I was tempted to look behind me to see if he was smiling at a young chick, but I didn’t and I smiled back. He then said, “you look so familiar.” Yeah, like I fell off the turnip truck. Hubby, who was getting a cart, rushes over and says in his most masculine tone, “Honey, you okay.” The man smiles again and walks away. Hubby asked me who he was and I said I don’t know and he says why was he bothering you and I say I don’t know and finally hubby says it, you know the it that puts all the blame on me instead of the cruiser at the store. He says, “Well, did you smile at him first?” I stopped right in the middle of Wal-Mart and said, “No you didn’t.” He says what and I say you are accusing me of trying to pick up the cruiser and I wasn’t and why are you acting so ******g weird. I know you know that I am hot and irresistible and full of hot molten sex appeal and raw emotion, so why in the hell do you not see that other men, especially cruiser men, might fine me just as much a hot item. So, hubby says, calm down, and I say I am calm and he says I didn’t mean that it was your fault and I say so what if I did smile first, which I didn’t, am I not allowed a smile. So, I’m thinking back to pre wls when men looked at him with pity and me with contempt and I think, I’VE COME A LONG WAY BABY.
Now peeps (both men and women) smile and speak to me whereas before they looked the other way. Amazing what losing a "ton" of weight does for one's image, huh?
I, on the other hand, wouldn't mind meeting someone, as I have been a widow since 2000, and hey, just because I'm closing in on 70 doesn't mean I'm dead!!!!
Pat
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My Mantra is that I do not determine my success by the number hanging in my closet, nor will I let the scale determine that success either. . . It is through trial and error I will continue to grow and succeed. . . Laureen
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My Mantra is that I do not determine my success by the number hanging in my closet, nor will I let the scale determine that success either. . . It is through trial and error I will continue to grow and succeed. . . Laureen
"Success is a journey, not a destination." Ben Sweetland
You know,when I was young and really hot, I never really got comfortable with the attention that men paid to me; consequently, I was labled stuck up. Now, I am still not real comfortable, but at least, I am able to return a smile or even flirt a little back. Hubby is a little uneasy, but he knows that we are for life. Yep, a lifer. LOL