Year Two, Day 133: Robots

Not sure if anyone noticed, but I skipped year two, day 132! Shame on me!

However, I am fully living my life. Where have I been for the past 10 years?

I feel like I just woke up from a coma!

The trouble is, now it is a different world. I told my daughter today at the gym that people do not flirt harmlessly anymore. I felt as if I was surrounded by robots.

Men would walk by and stonily star at us. I could understand if I was there alone. A 54 year óld, rather pudgy women. I used to be gray, but now I am practically blonde. Hello! Are blondes not supposed to have more fun?

But I was there with my drop dead gorgeous 26 year old, svelte daughter. Granted, she is very married. And has always exuded extreme confidence.

The funny thing is, she agreed with me. She said people do not say hello and smile at the opposite sex generally.

We talked about it and came to the conclusion that it is a generation of political correctness. And people are more reserved now that our city has grown. They are more into their own bubble, their friends and their busy lives.

And if they want to communicate with someone, they whip out their cell phones.

But I was rather sad. Back in the day, when I was young and single and full of life, I quite enjoyed flirting. Nothing serious. Just a smile, a wink, a toss of my head.

Not flirting to lead anywhere and suggest anything. Flirtation merely for the joy of being alive and feeling vibrant.

So I told my daughter, I am going to bring back the lost art of flirting!

"Mom, I am worried about you", she said with a smile.

But she said I should blog about it!

So today, before I headed for the bus stop for my day of teaching, I stopped at the corner store for an iced tea. The owner, a very handsome man from Yeman greeted me. We talked. I smiled. We talked some more. And after I turned to leave with my purchase, he called out, "See you later sweetheart!"

And I felt a little bounce in my step.

54 and single. And loving it!

Happy Monday!

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