Yesterday, I was at a store and the cashier stared at me. She had eyes that wasn't the average dark eyes. Dang, I wish women would stop starring at me and say something. When the guys stare, I prefer that they only stare. I don't get it -- I never have -- but it's been happening since I was a kid. I remember that one day when I was younger than 13, me and my cousins got on an elevator to go see a relative. The elevator operator stared at me. At the time, I wondered if my blouse was dirty or if my nose was running. (I was a kid.) Sometimes it's flattering and sometimes it's weird when someone just -- stares. I have a mirror -- I'm neither drop dead gorgeous or butt ugly -- I don't get it. What! Anyway, I just stared back at the cashier and then she gave me my change. She turned to someone talking but her hand was still outstretched toward mine. Perhaps I should have held it and asked her out, but she was working and too many people were around. Dang, I should kick my car for not working right now or I could go back to that store and see what reaction I'd get from her the second time.------
NOTE: When I read back over this, I realized that I left something out -- the elevator operator was a woman. Now in the telling, it makes a difference huh? Maybe her gaydar thang was working way back then. Hey, even though I had a girlfriend at ten, I really didn't know anything. I just followed my natural instincts.
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