noticed

I was having a bad day not too long ago.  It was just one of those "blech" days, you know.  And in the midst of it, I got to thinking about how weird it is to get older.  I mean, I love being in my thirties, but there *is* a drastic difference from being in my twenties.  The key difference would be that I'm no longer an IDIOT, but besides that.... I started remembering how fun it was to go out with my girl friends.  And how boys would offer to buy me drinks. I would usually refuse (and make them feel like morons in the process, sorry guys.) However, it was nice to be noticed. That hasn't happened in quite awhile. Granted, I usually only go out with my boyfriend, who is a hunk of a man and surely scares other testosterone based humans away. But still. You know what I mean. You notice when people stop noticing you.

So anyway - you know how I know God cares about me and my concerns, regardless of how trivial and insignificant they might be?  Well, this weekend, I got noticed.  And it felt good. I was sitting at the "to-go" counter, waiting for my food, when out of nowhere, a man asked me if I was eating hummus, and proceeded to converse with me about whether it was good or not. 

About 5 minutes after he walked away, a man came up to me and asked me where I was from.  I got the whole "Where did you go to high school?" line. When it was abundantly clear that he did not know me from high school, we went through the whole "I guess you just look like somebody I know"  awkwardness.

THEN, I was at the convenience store buying a mega millions lottery ticket and a bottle of wine (because I'm classy,) and the clerk asked how old I was.  It caught me off guard, because I don't get carded very often.  So I said I was 35.  (I'm 34, oops.)  I was taking kind of a long time getting my money put back into my wallet and apologized to the guy behind me.  He assured me that it was no problem and that he would have guessed that I was "about 22, not 35!"

 Lest you think I am going through some sort of phase and am wanting attention of men other than my own man, don't be alarmed.  I told Larry about all of the above as soon as I got home.  Is it kind of pathetic that I am capturing this on the internet?  Probably.  But, you know what?  I needed it.