Today, I was walking down an aisle in a public place and I noticed a woman walking towards me. That isn't unusual. As she passed me, her eyes did a "down and up" appraisal. That was unusual. I can't remember the last time that happened.
I've replayed that brief moment in my head a few times, and I'm trying to be realistic. I don't think it was a lustful look, and I'm willing to admit that I might have seen something that wasn't there. But dang it, the more I think about it, the more I think that she was checking me out.
Please understand that I in no way intend to advocate stuff like construction workers doing catcalls and other forms of harassment. That's not what this is about. Having said that, I will say that, at 43 years of age, it was flattering to warrant a second look.
I've never really considered myself a superficial person. I prefer to wear plain, boring simple clothes. I don't spend much time in front of a mirror. I'm bald because it's low maintenance. And while all of those things are true, the last two months I've caught myself taking a double look in the mirror. I now like how I look, and it's been a long time since that's been true.
The best part is that I'm only halfway to my goal ... it's only going to be get better!
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