There's an older man (about 70) that comes in to the bar quite often. He came in yesterday. I hadn't seen him for a while and asked him when he shaved off his mustache. He told me that he had done it 3 days ago and that I was the only one who had noticed. He said that I looked good. I thanked him for the compliment thinking to myself that I must have that pregnant glow. Then he continued with the compliments. "You have lovely eyes, a beautiful smile..." I started to get uncomfortable but politely thanked him and attempted to leave the conversation. Then he asked me, "Have you lost weight?" I laughed. Nope. Just gained five pounds. That compliment though made me feel so good in the moment. I thought, Wow, I look skinny!
When I reflected on it later though, I realized that in order for him to ask that question, he must have thought at one point that I was overweight. This man has looked at me in the past and thought that I was fat! No longer did I think of him as the nice, sweet old man at the bar. I now will think of him as the Old Drunk 70 year old Wanna-be Play-Ah. Sheesh. I'm young enough to be his granddaughter.
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