Something that has kept me wondering about my youth is why I never noticed a male's physique but only his facial features. I notice it now when it's too late to do anything but look.
Yesterday I got my new services from Spectrum and I'm very, very happy. I have fast and efficient internet, clear and plentiful channels on the T.V., and a phone with free long distance calling. What led to this blog is what a cutie the installer was.
I'm easily old enough to be his Gramma but I couldn't help but notice his sweet face, dimples, and broad shoulders. His lovely southern accent made me smile. He was so polite...called me ma'am and I love that. He treated me like a Gramma, too, looking kind of wondering when I didn't understand his technical terms but being kind enough to explain at my level of understanding.
I think now that, if I was in my twenties and unattached, I'd chase down one of those gorgeous southern boys and keep one for myself. As it is, I can only sit and wonder why I was so blind to anything other than a handsome face when I was in my twenties. I'm thinking it was some sort of puritan conditioning that came along with that era. Too bad!
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