Sparky

I very rarely feel cute. I sometimes feel smart or sexy or adorable or downright dangerous but very seldom cute. I am of the age when cute seems to no longer apply, but thankfully still too young to be a "cute old lady". I work with a bunch of twenty-somethings who tip the cute meter heavily in their direction.  It is odd to have such good friends and realize I am darn near old enough to be their mother.

I work in a customer service business and was standing waiting for a customer to make his way to the counter. He popped his order on the counter and said "Are you feeling sparky today?"  I wasn't quite sure what that meant but I jiggled my head back and forth with my bright red/orange hair, my multitude of dangley earrings swinging to and fro and said "Do I look sparky today?" in my best little girl voice. He smiled at me and said "You look damn good, I know that much!" I wasn't quite sure how to respond, it was so unexpected so I just laughed and said "Thanks".  Did I mention he was old enough to be my Dad? It wasn't creepy or lecherous, it was like he was feeling good, thought I looked good and took  a chance that I wouldn't think he was a big ol pervert and just said it. Probably made his day as well as mine.

I would have much preferred that some hunky 30 year old had deemed me "damn good" but such was not the case. Sadly, I must face the fact that I am no longer within the radar sights of 30 year olds. I have moved on to "older" and "looks pretty good for her age". But for one moment of one day when some sweet old guy though I was a hottie, I felt cute again.