"Looking for McDreamy!"

My lovely young friend, a cake decorator, so pretty and talented, was questioning men hitting on her while at work.  Wow, it has been ages since anyone has even attempted to hit on me.  I haven't even heard a good pick up line, forever.

I didn't realize until that moment how much I missed that type of gender interaction.  I remember in my 20's,  having the same type of reaction
as my young friend, disbelief that anyone could try and pick me up while wearing work clothes, a baker chef hat and apron, how tacky.

Don't these young men realize that after work, I look amazing, in my stilettos and fashion folly.  How dare they even imagine I look good cooking.  So, chauvinistic! 

As I make my sandwiches, in the deli, I create the fantasies of Mr. McDreamy, winking and asking for my number.  Any advance that would get my heart racing would be a plus!  The young today just don't get that one day all of that fun stuff that makes you blush or get annoyed in a good way will end with the first onset of gray hair.  And the only hits you get are by the mosquitoes!

I am so blessed, that my husband is always complimentary to my looks, but truth be told, he has had many eye surgeries and cataracts in both eyes, I have to question whether he isn't slightly blind.

In spite of all the creams and solutions I use, I just can't seem to get a bite, and I don't mean a mosquito bite.  To all the McDreamies and McSteamies, even the McDorks, I may not give you my number, but I will certainly befriend you on facebook! 

I am ready to feel the fluttering of my Heart Strings!  "HB!"