Okay, I gotta tell this story and let me just preface it by saying I AM HAPPILY MARRIED AND PLAN TO BE THAT WAY FOR A VERY LONG TIME:

A couple of days ago, I stopped by one of the nicer convenience stores to get milk (as I do 23 times a week) and as I got out of my car, I noticed a very tall, nice looking gentleman glance my way, go partly in the door, stop, then come back out to hold the door open for me. I did that awkward fast-walk/jog to the door because I was still several steps away from entering the building.

Let me tell you about this guy. As I said, he was tall, broad shouldered and nicely built, but he was also probably in his late 50s/early 60s, completely silver haired and COOL AS SH*T. He was wearing a black leather jacket (a really nice one, not some shlubby thing), nice jeans, and black motorcycle boots, and he had exited a blue Jeep Wrangler. He was the epitome of cool. He reminded me of John Slattery quite a bit – he had that same vibe going. He smiled at me as he held the door open and being the sophisticated, elegant woman that I am, I blurted a little too loudly “oh gosh thank you!” as I tripped through the door.

We were both headed to the ATM and he very kindly motioned for me to go ahead of him, to which I replied “oh, you can go first! No really, go ahead! No? Oh okay, thanks.” (I am nothing if not smooth, y’all.) There was a man in front of us who was having trouble with his card, so Silver Fox and I exchanged smiles while we patiently waited for our turn. Finally the troubled guy left and I swiped my card only to be told the machine could not read my card. I swiped again, extremely aware that this incredibly suave guy was right behind me waiting for me to finish. I swiped it a total of 3 times, each time saying something intelligent like “What the heck?!” and “I’ve never had trouble before – I don’t know what’s going on…I use this thing all the time…” He smiled politely, then feeling myself break out into a mustache-sweat I said “oh well, I didn’t want any cash today anyway!” and bolted for the milk case. Actually I was so flustered that I roamed around the store for a good 2 minutes because I couldn’t remember where the stupid milk case was located. As I grabbed a couple of gallons from the completely hidden-in-plain-sight refrigerated case, I glanced toward the ATM to find that he was looking right back at me. I did that awkward 7th grade thing and turned away as if I had important business with that milk.

I made my way up to the cashier, used my card to pay (of course the cashier had no problem swiping my card *grumble*) and as I headed towards the door, Silver Fox stopped me and said “I got it to work, finally – it was really slow but it worked.” I gushed something like “oh great! So glad it worked for you – the magnetic stripe on my card is worn out so I think that’s why it didn’t work for me” and I think I kept rambling for a few more seconds before we both gave a small laugh and a shrug.

Seriously, Calvin Klein should call me to do one of his commercials, because I’m all about being suave and sexy over here.

I lugged my two gallons to my car and as I was furiously texting my BFF about my encounter, I looked up and saw that he had gotten back in his Jeep and had glanced up at the same time I did and we made eye contact one last time. He gave a little smile, and drove away. I’m fairly certain he was just passing through town on his way to somewhere much more hip because no one in my town looks like this guy (I live in the middle of Average America).

I’m pretty oblivious when it comes to knowing if men are flirting with me or not, but I’m pretty sure this guy was doing just that. Maybe he was just being friendly, but I’m going to give my ego the benefit of the doubt and say that yes, he was flirting with me. Why is this a big deal? BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG TIME SINCE ANYONE HAS PAID THAT KIND OF ATTENTION TO ME. Oh sure, my husband flirts with me quite often, but he’s required to – he signed a piece of paper 18 years ago saying that he would flirt with me in sickness and in health, so he doesn’t count (even though I still love it when he does). Not saying that I have to be validated by a stranger (a very handsome stranger, at that), but it’s nice to feel like someone appreciates what I put out into the world. It’s nice that someone other than your run-of-the-mill cat caller can offer a genuine smile that says “you’re an attractive person”. It gave me a warm fuzzy and a major ego boost for the rest of the evening.

So, I just want to say Thank You Mr. Silver Fox for that small gift of your smile and your kindness. I will remember it for a long time. 🙂