Walking towards the doors of my favorite supermarket, I saw a puppy and was trying very hard to establish eye contact with the pretty little dog. As I am getting closer to the puppy, I hear in a baritone voice…”lovely and sexy pedicure.” I looked around to see if the puppy had a pedicure, nope, it wasn’t she or he, and only the owner of the dog and me were standing around. Then as I am looking at this muscular guy, he said again…lovely and sexy pedicure. WHAT!!!!
I had one of my electric green flip-flops and some basic nail polish I had slapped on my toe nails before I went out. As a matter of fact, they were not 100% dried. So this muscular guy (not my type) caught me by so much surprise that I forgot what languages I was able to speak. I just kept walking with my mouth open and looking at my feet, that I almost made a grand entrance by falling over my face at the door. Was it the mini-skirt, the heat or that this guy had not seen anything decent that morning, before he saw me and my toe nails?
Oh, yes, my type, just in case…preppy looking and no big belly whatsoever. God, please be gentle with me. Now back to the story…
I am freaking out…now I am paranoid about all parts of my body…they have to look really good because I’ll never know what part of my anatomy someone is going to be looking at next. I need a magnifying glass to check myself out before I hit the streets. Stress on top of more stress.
Life is never boring on this side of the peninsula.