July 10th, 2008 - 10:57 am
» made
Yesterday was my grandma’s birthday, and after my last Lasik follow-up (”You should continue to see better than 20/20,” said the doctor, and, “Your corneas couldn’t look better; really, they couldn’t look any better. Someone might not even know you’d had surgery.”) and a quick Ev visit, I went to her place to meet up with the rest of my fam for presents and pie.
Now, I am not the sort of girl who gets approached on the street, or gets much in the way of comments-on-physical-attributes at all. Down in Ft. Lauderdale we couldn’t go two blocks without my friend getting looked over, called to, offered drinks; a shabby guy roaming the sidewalks offering caricatures for a dollar gave us his patter and after being politely refused started to step away, did a double-take, and said to her, “God, you are beautiful!” My point being, that kind of stuff just doesn’t happen to me.
Last night I was waiting for the elevator and an older gentleman stepped over and said, “You know, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’m 73 years old. I’ve been looking at women my whole life, and honey, you have great legs. I mean it.” And it wasn’t at all lecherous or anything, it was just very kind, a man who’d lived long enough to be able to say that sort of thing frankly. It totally made my day. (And, now that I think about it, the second time someone at my grandma’s has complimented me like that. The first time was almost four years ago to the day, and sixty-some pounds ago.)
My day was made over again a few hours later when I checked my voicemail, and discovered I’d missed a call from the owner of the stable I went to look at last month. A call saying they have a pasture spot opening up. I literally danced through the entire message. Ev and I are moving at the end of the month.
Y’all, life is good.
Kim said: July 10th, 2008 at 12:36 pm
Yeah, a few weeks ago at the grocery store, a guy who looked perhaps a little younger than me came over while I was looking at the salmon. He introduced himself as Greg, asked my name, and then proceeded to tell me that he’d just come over to tell me that I was gorgeous. I blinked at him rapidly, considering I was staring at the salmon due to the whole going back on the diet thing, and therefore wasn’t exactly looking my best. I kinda felt bad telling him that I had a boyfriend, because the look on his face made it seem as if he thought I was just blowing him off.
taintedidealist said: July 14th, 2008 at 11:19 am
I feel like saying again as I did years ago. It’s the smell of your hair that I like the most. And those very long, squeeze the life out of you hugs.