As I strutted through the shops the other day and I noticed something. Dressed in my boots, stripe pencil skirt, black tee and ombre hair flying in the breeze, I was getting a bit of attention. Not all of it good. I’m being totally up myself here. Most of the attention was from women. You know, checking me out. Sussing me out more like it.

So I did what I do best and I caught their eye. Some smiled. Some looked a little busted. One or two scrunched up their nose at me. One rolled her eyes. Interesting I thought. What’s THAT about? I let it go while I shopped but as I wandered back to my office I couldn’t help but give it a little more thought. What WAS up with that? There was nothing offensive about my outfit, I had nothing in my teeth and my skirt definitely wasn’t tucked in my undies.

I think I might have just annoyed them with my strut.

The very nerve of me. The nerve of me to want to be fashionable, to enjoy clothes and colours and shock horror, wear horizontal stripes across my ASS. And perhaps this is ridiculously conceited of me to even have this conversation with you all but heck, if you can’t be up yourself on your own blog, where can you be? Mostly, I want to know why it was important for those women to turn their nose up at me.

I’ll never know. I should have asked them. Can you imagine me just wondering on over and saying, so are you having a bad day or something or do I just push your buttons? Do you ever get like that? Wonder what other people are thinking when it would be really inappropriate to ask? I wish life continued on like when you’re a kid and you can ask, hey Mum why is that man staring at us? As awkward as it is, at least then you’d know.

Do you think maybe I actually DID have something in my teeth?