Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

I needed to mail Chris's granny's birthday cards today, and I hope they get there tomorrow, her actual birthday, so I took them over to the main post office on my lunch hour today. Once I finally got out of there, I decide to run to Drug Emporium to shop around. They have great prices on makeup.

I park the van and I'm walking towards the door when the wind blows my hair in my eyes. I brush it back off my face, and a nice-looking young man by the store gives me a little half-wave. I realize that he thought I was waving at him, so I smile. He smiles back at me, then keeps looking at me, smiling. He's staring so directly at me, maintaining eye contact, that I think I must know him from somewhere. So I say hi to him, his smile broadens and he says, "Hi, how are doing?" I say, "Fine thanks, how are you?" He says, "Fine. I'm sorry I kept looking, you're just so pretty." I cracked up laughing, (appreciatively, not rudely) as I walked in through the door, but I have to admit it tickled me.

Now, maybe stuff like this happens to you all a lot, but it doesn't to me. And this was a nice-looking young man in business clothes, who looked and acted perfectly sane! Even better, he looked like he meant it. I got to tell you, this mom walked a little straighter through the drug store. That is, I did after I hid for a minute or two behind a giant display of sunscreen just in case the guy was a lunatic.