Since accepting some unexpected truths about myself I’ve become painfully aware of the attention I’m getting.
The smiles that last just a little too long to just be cordial. Conversation beyond customer service.
The extra glance as I pass in a doorway.
Its a wild thought that this was likely happening all along and, with the exception of being hit on once right after graduating high school and again at an industrial club in Detroit, I was completely oblivious of it.
I’m never going to get used to this.