Sometimes I need one of those admiring looks from a man.
I know, I know- I’m supposed to be evolved. I should find all my self-worth from within.
I don’t need a man to assure me that I am wonderful, but I have to admit,
I like a guy to give me an admiring glances once in a while.
Middle age- I’m passing the torch to my sixteen year old daughter.
When I go to the store with her, I know that guy’s appreciative glances are for her, not her Mom.
But sometimes I miss the look.
Tonight I was out at a restaurant, and I walking back from the restroom, I got the glance from a middle-aged guy.
It admit it felt good.
There, I said it.
Please don’t revoke my feminist card.