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…where the men treat the women like queens

This morning, as is normal for me lately, I stopped at R. Gabriel’s to get a smoothie. My car conveniently decided to stall right as I turned into the parking lot, so I coasted into a parking space rather than going through the drive thru–there was a car there already, so I figured I’d rather wait inside anyway.

As I was getting ready to leave with my smoothie, I stopped to check the little shelf where people put flyers and business cards. When I turned to the door, an older gentleman was coming through it, so I waited for him to come in before leaving. However, he came right up to me.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning!” I replied. “How are you today?”

“Much better–” he said. I should have seen what was coming, in retrospect, but at the time all I could think was that he must be recovering from an illness. Then he continued, “–now that I’ve seen your beautiful smiling face.”

I grinned with embarrassment and delight. “Thank you!” I managed to move around him towards the door. “I am married, though.”

“I know you’re spoken for,” the man said in his smooth, pleasant voice, still smiling at me. I wasn’t sure how to react to that, so I just smiled one last time and slipped through the door. The whole thing had me laughing to myself in the car as I continued on to work.

I’m still not sure what he meant by that “I know” statement–maybe he’d seen the ring. But I dunno, it’s so flattering to have people talk to me like that. I think it must be a Southern thing, because it’s not like I’ve all of a sudden become overwhelmingly beautiful. I hope I continue to enjoy the attention, rather than getting cynical about it. It brings the men pleasure to compliment me (apparently), and it brings me pleasure to be complimented, so what’s the problem?

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