I wore make up today for the first time in a week or more. Well, not the full face--just mascara.
As I was getting into my car in front of my house, one of the mechanics from the police garage watched me---really watched me. I'm talking, leaned against the wall and eyed me up and down like he was on a deserted island and I was a giant pork chop. He was cute in a long-haired, swarthy way, so I smiled, lowered my lashes coyly, and giggled--yes, giggled like a school girl before getting into my car and driving off. I know!
Then, while stuck in traffic on the 101, I noticed that in place of the ill-fated grass seeding of a few months ago, they are now installing a concrete wave pattern along the hillside. I found myself staring at it, trying to figure out why they would go through the trouble of the whole grass seed thing only to hoe it up to put in the wave. (I tried to take pictures, but traffic started moving again) As I glanced back to the car in front of me to see if it had moved, I noticed that not one, not two, but FIVE of the men working on the hillside had stopped what they were doing and were watching me. I swear I'm not being conceited. I, too, suspected they were just watching traffic in general until one of them bent over so he could see me better. I gave a little wave and mouthed "hi" and they ALL said "Hi" back followed by several things in Spanish which I couldn't understand but I smiled in what I hope was a flirtatious manner and drove off.
I went downstairs to the Deli to get bagels for a meeting. While I was waiting, Antonio the cook asked me if I liked Plantanos. I said yes and he handed me a small plate of hot plantanos with a wink and a smile.
Seriously, what's going on today? I really don't think it's the mascara. What kind of pheromone am I giving off that is causing the menfolk to behave like this? And what's making me so damned flirty? Okay, I'm pretty flirty on a regular basis, but this is a bit much even for me.