A Success. . . I Think

Kate Spade - adorable- from $298.  I don't have a pair of these.  I wish I did.

Sometimes working on fitness has unexpected successes.  Like being able to tackle three flights of stairs without wheezing at the top. 

Yesterday I was wearing a dress and a new pair of pumps.  Cute pumps.  They are like a Mary Jane-Spectator Pump hybrid.  So adorable.  I bought them slightly smaller than I usually wear because they didn't have my size.  In my book, cute shoes are cute shoes and if your toes pinch a little, suck it up. 

I stopped to chat with the custodian of our building.  His name is Jesse and he is really nice.  Another man who works in our building was standing near by.  I am going to call him Tony.  I am not going to say his real name because I don't want to embarrass him.  And if I misconstrued what happened, I don't want to embarrass me. 

I noticed that Tony was looking at something.  He had a look on his face. . . .you know the one.  The look that a man gives an attractive girl when she walks by.  Not a leer -- he wasn't being a lech.  It was just the look.  And it was just for a second.

I looked around to see who he was looking at.  No one was there but me & Jesse. 

He seemed to be looking down a little bit.  I followed his gaze and. . . .I think. . . .I think he . . . . .

I think he was looking at my legs. 

Of course I checked to see if I had a piece of toilet paper stuck to them or something. 

I didn't.

Then he said "I like your stilettos".

Stilettos?  Well, that proves Tony is not gay.  If he were gay he would know that my shoes are Mary Jane-Spectator hybrids. 

I didn't have any toilet paper stuck to them and my skirt was not tucked into my underwear.

There was only one logical explanation.

He checked me out.

Just for a second. 

I don't know if I can count that as a "success". .. .  but it kinda feels like one.