So, I decided that if men were not going to turn their heads to me, to catch my cool new earrings, then I would look at them. Screw it! A woman's gotta do what a woman's...ah, you get it. So, I decided to quit my whining and put my smile where my mouth is.
As it were.
The negative brain speak is not getting me anywhere in changing the vibe I'm putting out there. Here I was thinking I was all that - because I smile but really, it's not enough. It's what's under the smile that really matters and mine wasn't all so pure. I'd be like. "who the eff is he to not even glance my way?" or "what is he wearing????" Or " check out that broigus (miserable) face." But no more - those days are gone.
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Now, I am making eye contact, smiling coyly (didn't think I had it in me in my ripe old age), and even speaking. Yes! Speaking. So, a couple of cops pulled up beside the car when my friends and I were on the way to the beach. I looked in and instantly got my flirt on. I mean, they were cops. And in this town they are some of the hottest men. So, I just twirled my finger in a little wave and said, "Hey, I like your hair." because honestly, you have never seen a cooler hairstyle on a cuter guy than this young man of the people. He laughed and told me mine was nice too - great opportunity for me to practice the ancient flirting technique of the classic hair caress so I did and added a "really? Oh.... well.. thank you." Then it got all funny when the other cop - truly hot, leaned forward - bald as a cueball to say, "thanks a lot." There was laughter. All were smiling. And it got even more awesome when he got on his PA and said, "move along m'am". Classic! Laughter, a drive off - a successful flirt!
So now, a few days later, on my drive home, I take the opportunity to flirt with a young boy who passes in front of my car. I just couldn't stop myself, I connected eyes and smirked like I had a little secret. Ooooo weee I like me some flirtin'!
Say cheese!
