Of late, I've noticed men looking at me. Not all pervy like, but looking at me, like they think I'm pretty or something. My first reaction is to think, "Why are they looking at me? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?" I then quickly do the tongue wash.
Then it's "Hmmm...why are they still looking at me?" I do a quick body check to make sure I haven't forgot to put on pants today, all the while still wondering what it is they're seeing.
It was typical practice in the past for me to avert my eyes from a man's gaze, once I realized they were looking at me for reasons other than to let me know I had pen on my face. Now, I find myself lingering a bit longer. Meeting their gaze. Watching them watching me.
Yesterday, on the bus ride home, I noticed a man staring at me. He smiled. I coyly smiled back before darting my eyes to the floor. I would bob my head up occasionally and again our eyes would meet. We would both smile. Sometimes, he'd turn away first. I guess this is what normal people term "flirting". It's all new to me.
As he was stepping off the bus, he turned towards me and winked. My heart fluttered. It's nice to be noticed.