This isn’t vanity.
I know where my qualities are, and my physical appearance isn’t that place.
On Saturday evening S and I went shopping at Morrison’s in Bromsgrove.
Wow, what a couple of really wild, crazy kids we are, huh? Shopping at Morrison’s in Bromsgrove on a Saturday night?
How cool are we?
Not very, obviously.
S was wearing smart work clothes. I was wearing (naturally enough) a T-shirt, pair of jodhpurs and the almost ever-present wellies.
As S and I approached the door to the store (poet!) from one direction a mother and her 10-year-old daughter approached from the other, coming towards us.
The daughter checked me out.
I mean she stared full-on at my crotch.
1. I don’t mind being checked out; it’s a vanity thing, I like having my ego stroked and being ogled in a favourable way is a hardcore case of ego-stroking.
2. I found it disturbing to be checked out by a 10-year-old girl. No, really! Disturbing! I’ve been told that wearing jodhpurs brings things to the fore (so to speak), and I’m kinda used to being checked out because of that.
But by a 10-year-old girl?