What's all this???

A redhead checked me out at Walmart. And yes, she was my cashier, so there is a double entendre here. She did the up-and-down thing with her eyes. I was buying cold medicine in the self-check lane, so the machine stopped and I had to get approval before continuing. I got it--in more ways than one. Then she started flirting--was I old enough to buy pseudoephedrine? Could she see my ID? The giggling, the eye-contact. I don't think I've been called "beautiful" or "hon" as much in five mintes as I was at that moment.

Yes, Darrin was there. Yes, I was wearing my ring. I'm wondering what I did to trigger her gaydar...

Darrin said younger women shouldn't call older women "hon," it was too weird. Too bad he missed out on the real weirdness.

Normally, I have a thing for redheads. I felt no response today. I blame my cold...or perhaps I thank it? There's something gratifying when someone attractive flirts with you--for someone in my position it's usually also uncomfortable and a little frustrating. Today, those feelings didn't happen, either. I was just friendly, but obviously I noticed that I was being noticed--perhaps some things never change.