A Car Show, And a Flirt or Two...

Today my car was awarded a trophy...and in the process I had a few interesting encounters. Initially, I thought I hadn't come up as feminine on anyone's radar screen. But as I was to soon discover, I was wrong...

First, since there was a flea market nearby, there were lots of women around. Many of them walking by smiled at me and said "Hi." And I said "Hi" back to each one of them.  They didn't do that with the guys they didn't know...just the girls.

Second, a lady who had accompanied her husband to the car show, and who was sitting nearby but facing in my direction, was in conversation with several nearby guys. But she seemed awfully "nosy" and kept looking up at me as I sat talking with another woman (one of the relatives of a flea market vendor.) Every time I looked up, the nosy one averted her eyes...so I suspect she was trying to figure things out!

After the judging was finished and the paperwork turned in, one of the judges (a guy) who had been around me and my car several times during the day, walked up behind me, paused, and used his fingers to casually fondle my long and by-now-windblown hair for a few seconds, as he said "beautiful car, Miss." I looked up, gave him a friendly smile (yes, I was wearing the melted remains of light makeup and lipstick) and replied "Thank you, kind Sir!" in my normal voice, then just pretended it hadn't happened. But I marveled that a middle-aged guy would actually be that forward with a girl he didn't know. 

Afterward, I began to wonder if that was his "fun" and "subtle" way of telling me that I'd won a trophy. That apparently was the case, as my car was indeed awarded a trophy. 

But he truly made my day by addressing me as a female, and even more so by playing with my hair.  Other than a male hairdresser I had for a couple appointments years ago, that hasn't happened since grade school! However, there are a couple of major differences between then and now:  back then, about five girls were doing the playing, and my hair style, clothing and appearance were unambiguously that of a young boy.  That's certainly not the case any more...how times have changed! (And for the better, I might add!)

Interestingly, after that playful exchange, the woman who had been watching me intently, abruptly quit! She didn't look up again. I guess she finally decided I was a girl, after seeing my interaction with the guy who was flirting with me.  And the guy must have liked what he saw!

Here's what I was wearing...all from the ladies department!

On the way home, a dilapidated heap of a car pulled into the turn lane to my left at a stoplight. I knew the car was there, but sensed multiple eyes staring at me. So I looked up, and there they were - a carload of teen boys, staring at both my car and at me. After the car show incident, I felt a bit devilish, and as their light turned green, forcing them to start turning, I gave the boys a coy smile and a wave, and watched them as they turned down the side street, still staring.
 

Girls can have so much more fun with little daily events than guys!!