Good Bird of Prey Day
I saw three big hawks on my travels. They were most likely red-tailed or red-shouldered hawks. Both are common in these parts. Sometimes they are referred to as roadside hawks since they are quite commonly seen perched above a country road or interstate. They are beefy looking birds. I almost upgraded it to four, but number four turned out to be a white plastic bag.
So I was at the grocery store today, spending lots of cash. I noticed a girl slightly older than my C. She was shopping with her Dad. I felt like Dad was looking at me so I did a quick little sideways glance. I then realized he was quite staring. Dad was about 6’2” with broad shoulders, wavy blonde hair cut short (and graying just a bit) a square jaw and icy blue eyes (something sort of Lee Majors about him). At first I was a bit put off. So I looked again, preparing to give him my ‘what’s your problem?’ face when I realized it wasn’t a rude stare, but an ‘I’m checking you out’ face. At which point I nixed the WYP? face. He said,”Hi” but it wasn’t a short, casual ‘hi’, it was more like a long ‘hi’ with a raised note in the center? Can you hear it? I was quite caught off guard, guess my days of being accustomed to attention from men are too far behind me but I said ‘hi’ and went on my way. This did loads for my ego, as it has been feeling tiny and lonesome these days. I thought, “Maybe I do still got it, with hunky dads scoping me out.” Anyway, I was feeling pretty confident, right up until I was on my way out and who should I see ENTERING the store with an empty cart and a little blonde haired girl? That’s right, same guy. Again he was looking me up and down, but this time I think I gave him a combo ‘WYP?’ and ‘didn’t I just see you 10 minutes ago over by the eggs?’ look. Very suspicious. My fragile ego was shattered when I got the idea that this guy was actually trolling the Giant Eagle, trying to meet ladies. Now, obviously he was interested in me, but it seemed so slimy once I realized he hadn’t just been shopping and noticed a nice looking lady, he was on the prowl (using his kid too), so he probably said ‘hi’ to everyone under 50 who had less than 50 extra pounds on them.

And why do we girls need men to make us feel good about ourselves? I don’t know the answer, and I know the Oprahs and Phils of the world will tell you it has to come from inside, but that is total bull. Really, I think the natural order of things causes this, and it is this way for all of us. Am I way off here? Anyway, lately I’ve been feeling as if I don’t exist. Is this a normal stage of married life? After 9+ years and two babies does he look past me instead of at me? I think so, and I think it is fairly common. Anyway, it’s nice when somebody notices, if that makes me a pathetic loser, so be it!
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Ok, that was me. I just realized I used a co-workers name in here. Anyway, your PM left me a voicemail letting me know he got that email ok. I guess he uses the email preview pane to read his emails, so I never got a read receipt.
As for Lee Majors, if I were a single dad, I'd be sayin' hi to the ladies too.
Somehow I can't see you pretend shopping with your little girl as an ice-breaker. But, who knows?
You're probably right.
Saw Gorka at the funeral home.
I think you're hot
Who doesn't want to be fancied?
Well, it might be a problem if you are a nun. Or a priest.
yes, speaking of pervs! I think he knew I looked familiar but I didn't say anything to him.
is that like 'speaking of pervs, saw Gorka?
Bah!
Thanks H and right back at you!!
I think it is biological, so that even if problematic, everyone wants to be wanted (clergy included).
Why'd it put my comment in front of yours?
When you felt him looking at you, did you check to make sure no undies were showing?
Luke, your commment was 2 min before mine...
Glenn,
Thanks.
Shirring, I am quite sure I was covered completely from head to toe!
I know it says it was 2 minutes before you, but I was replying to that comment!
Oh yes, now I see.
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