Unexpected Affirmation

Three times this week, (apparently) str8 guys have looked me up and down, in whatever outfit I'm wearing at the moment and looked as if they "approved of" my look. Not sure if it's my hair, my current stature, my clothes, the combo or what. I've simply noticed that they took notice of me and looked at least twice.

Now, how do I know they're str8? They're either with chicks or another (effusively obvious) hetero couple on a double date, wearing a wedding band, or my gaydar (well-honed) doesn't beep at all. Even when they look me up and down, there's no hint of overtone or subtext. It's all very interesting and makes me feel good.

Yesterday's Hottest Moment

There's hotness in construction men. There's hotness in beefy Italians with 5:00 shadow and a married belly. Yesterday's hottest moment was when the two hotnesses converged in a conversation held against the outside wall of a department store in Manhattan about cement and baseball. I witnessed it, but hate to admit, I didn't get a photo. Dammit!!

What the...??

So I get off my subway at Port Authority and walk upstairs toward the building in the tunnel. I look down and see this pink plastic thing on the ground. Pearlesque even... As I'm walking further I start to think about the image and file through other Googlish images in my head. It was a TAMPON in a pink pearlesque casing. Didn't know they made em in those colors!