Confidence restored?

—Sunday-Sunday-Sunday! Down to Mighty Weggers to buy groceries for the coming week.
Eyes-eyes-eyes everywhere! We all were wearing masks, so eyes are all we see.
A few were gorgeous, and some sparkled.
After self check-out a store-employee smiled at me. Her eyes told me.
Tell her! Do it! She’ll like you noticing.
“Your eyes are twinkling,” I told her.
I’d made it a point to not say anything in that store to a pretty girl.
But her eyes were irresistible. I had to say something.
“Why thank you,” she smiled.
I used the men’s room before my long drive home.
When I came back out, there was pretty *******, alias “pigtail-girl,” stocking mangoes or something — ******* is a store employee.
I aimed my cart toward *******.
“Just saying hello,” I said to her.
She smiled at me like she always does.
“I no longer think of you as ‘pigtail-girl’,” I said to her. “To me that’s a put down. To me you’re *******.”
She smiled, agreeing “pigtail-girl” was a put down. (People prefer hearing their names.)
Confidence in engaging pretty girls restored?
Somewhat.
“No pretty girl will smile at you!” And ******* is doing it.
She’s a big sturdy girl, but her smile makes her a pretty little thing.

• “Mighty Weggers” is Wegmans, a large supermarket-chain based in Rochester where I often buy groceries. They have a store in Canandaigua.