There is something that happens to a woman who has had some children and has reached middle age - we become somewhat invisible. By invisible I mean that no one looks at our legs or asses as we walk by. No one whistles. No one hits on us. No one flirts. So when it happens that a man I don't know strikes up a conversation with me or compliments me out of the blue I am always surprised he isn't asking for loose change or for directions. It never occurs to me that it is because he finds me attractive or even ravishing. I usually attribute it to something is going wrong. Or maybe I'm wearing my doughnut shirt and he thought it funny. Except today I didn't have my doughnut shirt on.
There is a store near here called Harris Teeter. It took me a while to say that without giggling because for a grocery store it sounds kind of dirty. Say it out loud. See what I mean? Anyway - at Harris Teeter for some reason I have been hit on by men 3 separate times in a year. Strange men, unknown men, middle aged (50 to 60 year old) men. Yes, I am pushing middle age back.
At first I thought maybe it was because there are only 3 Asian people that shop there and so I'm something like an albino tiger but whatever the case, I love it, as would any other woman in her mid 40's! I would do all my shopping there except it is frightfully expensive. So ladies, - if you are feeling frumpy and a little run down, or the color has come out of your hair or you have had on your stretchy pants now for 2 weeks, head on down to Harris Teeter - you'll have them humping your leg too!