I haven’t shaved in nearly a month, and my hair on my head has grown out some, and I’ve taken to wearing my aviator sunglasses over my prescription glasses. The sunglasses over the prescription glasses can be a strange look up close, but from a distance nobody can tell the difference.
I’ve noticed in recent days that the ladies are responding to me in a manner that they haven’t in years. I can’t figure out if it’s the sunglasses, the hair, or the beard, but it’s something. I’m not complaining. I thought I had lost it, but it turns out I still have it, but I’m not sure what it is.
I was at a restaurant the other day and a young woman sitting at a booth with her boyfriend started to sneak peeks at me. I was flattered, but at the same time careful not to upset her relationship. I wasn’t wearing the sunglasses then, so it had to be the beard or the hair.
I’m not writing this story to brag. It’s just that the reaction I’ve received from women in recent days has been different from what I’m used to.
I was driving down the road and a hoochie-mama was walking on the sidewalk in the opposite direction when she spotted me. She was a borderline woman, I couldn’t tell if she was working or not. She looked at me and I looked at her, I was puzzled by her. I turned away out of fear, but for a moment we held an uncomfortable gaze. I think she liked me.
There have been others. I’m big with women over sixty and Mexican women who drive late model mini vans. There was a woman at a gas station who couldn’t take her eyes off of me, that never happens at gas stations, and a thirty something Hispanic woman in a white Mercury. Somehow the animal in me is exciting the animal in them.
I’m going to have to shave the beard to find out if it’s the hair, or cut the hair, to find out if it’s the beard. I’d like to get to the bottom of this, but for now, it’s all about the combination.
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