A couple of months ago my pair of "attitude glasses" died.
My prescription-filled sunglasses also are feeling a bit wobbly in the joints. 'Wobbly' meaning, of course, beyond repair.
I am down to my last pair of glasses, rimless, so I decided last week to bite the proverbial bullet and make an optometrist appointment. It has, after all, been three years since my last prescription.
Knowing I am not there to discover that I need glasses but to instead order new corrective lenses, and in my extreme-time-management mode, I took advantage of the looooong wait to try on various frames and write down what "finalists" made the cut. As soon as I had finished surveying my ocular appearance from behind fashion frames, Young Dr. Hottie-Pants called my name...actually pronouncing my name correctly!...and ushered me back onto the Throne.
We chatted a bit, I had attended undergrad at a school rather well-known for its graduate program in optometry and thus had served as "guinea pig" throughout my four years for my oppy boyfriend and his buddies. We whipped through my exam, very little change in my correction needed, and then he launched into a little statement about how, once we start moving toward 40, we notice the differences in how we read, but how my eyes, as I am ever-so-slightly near-sighted, will perhaps stave the process off a few more years than average. That was sweet music to my ears, although Kat Wilder's post from yesterday on signs--or not--that we are aging flashed through my mind as I said, "Yes, and once we hit that downhill slope, we really do start sliding!"
To which Young Mr. Dr Hottie Pants replied, "Not to say that you look at all like you are sliding."
I smiled. Was that a piropo?
(piropo: a flattering compliment or what could even be construed as a pick-up line)
Whether or not it was meant as such, I accepted, we ended our appointment and I went and spent (gasp) $873.75 on new glasses for what will hopefully be the next three years.
Walking home (yes, of course I walked!) I noticed five different trucks drive by, and each of them turned their heads to look at me as I walked up the street. One even turned a second time as he rounded the corner. Wow! There was a time that I resented the attention, be it in the form of a look or a whistle, or a "tsss tsss". It was later eloquently explained to me that, culturally, latino men are not meaning to degrade the female but rather to express deep appreciation for the beauty they behold.
Ah. Got it.
Just nice to know that I still haven't lost it!
martes, 24 de junio de 2008
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Look at you Mapi! You little heartbreaker, you!
ResponderEliminarBut I must disagree with you on the Latin male opinion. When I see it down here its a " I wanna hit that " stare, usually accompanied by some phrase with "mami" in it. Quite disrespectful..
And you be careful walking alone young lady. Especially since you're turning heads they way you are these days. I'm being serious, too Mapi! There are real creeps out there.
Hmm, I need to rummage around in the weapons room. I may have a couple of pocket/purse sized gems (non lethal. and non gunpowder oriented of course) that might be good companions on your bipedal wanderings....
Windy
Up close and personal with the eye doc! ;)
ResponderEliminarAnd as for walking alone ... someone I work with who walks alone a lot, carries a perfume spray bottle (with perfume in it of course) as a safeguard, figuring a little 'pepper spray ' with the perfume in the eyes may be a good deterrent - rather brilliant I think.
Keep turnin' those heads!! :)
What's not to love about the hot Mama Llama ? I think your smokin-hot baby!
ResponderEliminarHA!
ResponderEliminarWow, whenever I need an ego boost, forget the optometrist, I just need to log into my blog! Wow.
Let me clarify: not all who were "looking" were latino, and yes, I am very well aware of the not-well-meaning piropeos as well. I learned quick when I lived in Guayaquil and was actually followed. And yes, watch out for anyone who calls you "mami" or "mamacita." Double-ick.
My guardians, I was walking in my residential neighborhood and I know everyone who lives in all the houses I pass, there is really very little traffic and just three blocks to the opt's office. There is a church and two schools along the way--it is very residential, and my town prides itself on being a walker/bike-riding town. I actually am biking a lot with my children, now that Young Prince is on training wheels.
But yes, Kay...we must also know that anything we carry can potentially be used against us, so it is necessary to exercise caution no matter what.
Brad, dahling, you crack me up. HA! Oh--gonna cause more wrinkles--40 is creeping up. Oh, well--laugh lines are gonna have to be acceptable.
Be well, all.
Mapi,
ResponderEliminarI was disagreeing with the statement, not assuming all of the admirers were Latin..
There are Cads and Ruffians of all color.
You stay alert out there Ms. Llama, you hear me?
( wags finger )
You hot little thing you...