I Have Entered the Pleasant-Looking Lady Stage
And what a relief it is
It happened about three years ago. I was 55, so I had a good run. But it surprised me none the less. Up until that point, the attention I received from the men behind the grocery store meat counter was attentive. On that day, the vibe was different. More polite and less alert. I knew right away that I had crossed some sort of invisible line.