“Yer smiling at me!”

—I said that to a 50-ish lady I never met before my entire life, and probably will never meet again.
“Always,” she cooed, smiling even harder — lighting up the entire area.
Think about this readers: of course she smiled. The fact I turned and said hello indicated I thought she was attractive.
I parked my car in the parking-lot of the Honeoye Falls supermarket I occasionally use. I needed to use their bathroom.
Finished, I walked back outside toward an adjacent hardware store to buy batteries for my remotes.
To do that I had to walk right past two ladies, who just sat down together at an outside table.
As I started past, the attractive one turned and glanced at me. So I stopped, turned, and said hello to her — a complete stranger.
She smiled. That’s all it takes: “No pretty lady will smile at you!”
Okay, her legs were old, but shapely and rather exposed = they got my attention.
Her hair was gray, but fulsome and undyed.
Things are different than they were five years ago. If yer gonna turn and glance at me, I’m gonna stop and say hello back. You’re attractive enough for me to do that, and I seem to be able to get away with it.
What I didn’t notice was her figure or any cleavage. What got my attention was her smile. It made a difference she wasn’t bloated or disgusting, but her smile was what blew me away.
Batteries purchased I walked back outside, and “fair is fair; now I gotta say hello to the other one” (who wasn’t as pretty).
As I turned back toward my car, that 50-year-old smiled at me again, so broadly it nearly knocked me over.
This keeps happening, readers = complete reversal of my early childhood. It keeps blowing me away; totally unexpected.
Never-ending blog-material. Every day something!
“No pretty lady will smile at you!” Yet so many do.
I am so surprised by that, I celebrate it too much.
Plus I fish for it; I didn’t used to.
“I’m not used to this,” I said to her as I walked away.
I think I made her feel pretty good; she sure made me feel good!

• This battery purchase was part of an errand, where I also went to my computer store. There I was served by a lady with pretty eyes. “Do I dare say this? You have pretty eyes.” Ker-SLAM! She smiled behind her mask = her eyes told me — they twinkled. I also waved goodbye to her; five years ago I wouldna.