Sometimes it’s actually nice to be hit on

I was walking out of the grocery store today carrying a six pack of beer. A rather attractive man who looked to be a bit younger than me commented on the selection. I told him that it wasn’t for me, but for my husband. His response? “Lucky man. Great taste in beer, great taste in women.”

I admit, I swooned a little.

I’m getting to the age where I don’t get as blatantly complimented or hit on anymore. Instead, men are a little more cautious – they don’t know if you’re married, they don’t know if you’re sane. The obvious come ons are a thing when you’re 20. Not so much when you’re nearing 40.

I have to admit, it was kind of nice.

It made me think, though the difference between how things were done 15 years ago when I was in my early 20s, and how things are done now.

Back then, there was never the quick eye sweep of the left hand to see if someone was married. There was the casual “buy you a drink?” at whatever bar you happened to be at. It wasn’t uncommon to leave with five or six numbers saved in your phone as “South Side Football Greg” or “Good Dancer Luke” or “Do Not Answer This.”

Now it’s Tinder and Plenty of Fish. Dating and picking up guys was so much more fun then than it sounds like it is now. Creeping people’s Instgrams or Twitters. You actually had to have some sort of conversation with people. Talking to the younger kids I know, the way it’s all done now just doesn’t sound like any fun. I mean, yeah, it might be easier to tell that someone is a psycho now, but that was part of the fun. =D

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