by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I remember a time when I could be within eyesight of an attractive woman and she wouldn’t take one look at me and figure out a way to change that particular situation.
But that’s not the case anymore.
Today, I was randomly placed in straight eyesight of an attractive woman, probably in her 30s, and she got so uncomfortable when me potentially looking at her that she moved so her back was facing me instead.
That was a body blow to my self perception, let me tell you.
I don’t perceive myself to be any less attractive than I used to be, but I guess I need to accept that things have changed, if a subtle way. I don’t quite know what to tell you.
Age has kind of snuck up on me. Or whatever this new age of my life where I come off as a creepy weirdo should be called. Maybe things would be different if I had a wife or a girlfriend with me when I sat down in public.
But, alas, I’m alone.
Just thinking about that opens up a whole other can of worms — why am I alone? Most people my age have at least SOMEONE in their life they can go out for a drink with.
It’s all very curious.
