Staring
Last week Craing and I went to the mall to get some chow. While walking around the food court deciding what to eat, I noticed two women giving me hard stares, and they were the friendly kind. It kind of caught me off guard, but I just blew it off as strange.
Then we got our food, and our seats. While eating, I noticed two more women (yes, different ones) staring at me while I ate. It was at this time that I decided that I had a huge booger hanging from my nose, or maybe my hair was all messed up, or something. I didn’t have a mirror, but I still did the rudimentary check of my nose and hair. The women kept on staring. I don’t know if they thought I was good looking or what. I did my best to ignore it.
After lunch, Craing and I went back to work, and as we entered the building, I realized that I had forgotten to go to the bank. I went back to the car, drove to the bank, and went inside to do my business. While in there, I had to wait in line a few minutes. One of the tellers kept looking at me over and over. Again, I started up with the paranoia. There’s no way five women in one day would find me attractive. I just didn’t get it.
While at the bank, I thought that maybe I was wearing some strange t-shirt. I looked down, and it was just a plain blue t-shirt with no writing on it or anything. It couldn’t have been my clothes.
I just didn’t get it. I still don’t. I know that I’ve lost some weight recently, so I’m not as portly as I once was. I’ve never considered myself a good looking guy. I’ve always thought of myself as slightly below average. Are women lowering their standards, or am I getting better looking all of a sudden?
Someone please help me solve this mystery!
