…that’s not a joke 😉
Saw a likely looking dude at the shops today. Tall, broad shoulders, lovely hands, probably late forties, early fifties – well looked after. no sign of a wedding ring, although that means next to nothing these days.
In my trolley, I had dog food. 6 litres of full cream, long life milk. A bottle of coffee. A packet of Romany cream vanilla & chocolate, a box of salticrax and a packet of Jelly sweets.
In his trolley – fresh broccoli. Banana’s. Carrots. No milk that I could see, no coffee either. All healthy foodstuffs – probably his week’s worth of shopping.
Did he even give me a second glance? I doubt I even got a first glance! Me with my frumpy jeans and frumpy short and frumpy hair – in short, nothing to make anybody give me a glance at all.
Nevertheless, I am comfortable in my frumpyness – probably not going to pull out the stops and do the hair every morning and the nails every few days, nor am I likely to put on more make-up than I really have to to not look like a sick person. Which basically means eyeliner 😉 And, in all likelihood, my frumpy, very comfortable clothes will stay – I’m too old not to be comfy in my clothes! Just because I might garner a look from a random dude? In my experience, if you dress up, it’s usually the men you DON’T want looking that does!
One the way back home, I was sitting thinking about this dude. And I had to laugh. Because, other than that he’s likely looking, meaning he’s a nice looking bloke, I would not know what to do with the man should he have attempted a conversation, let alone a relationship. I can so see myself eating healthy – NOT! Like it’s going to happen that I will ever see the inside of a gym, or the hardtop from anywhere but the comfort of my car! Let somebody that looks all that together into my ant’s nest of a house? Maybe not so much!
Not to mention the fact that a man like that, goes for chicks that looks like that. The slim, perky type. With legs that does not stop and boobs to die for. Not somebody like me, she says self-deprecatingly…
And, a guy that spends all his time going to gym and being healthy would not have time to do the things I would want a man to do with and for me.
Oh well. It’s been a while since I saw a likely looking dude in any guise. And, if nothing else, at least I got a blog post out of the experience!
Maybe, if I spotted a Mustang in the parking lot, I might have tried something 😉
PS – can somebody confirm if this rumour is true – apparently it’s illegal in America to catch and store rain water?