Filly's Frolic #7

A friend told me that I would learn to recognise the different types of looks that I'd receive during my daily activities. One would be the look of a guy wanting to get in my pants, another would be a look of someone who's clocked me (I've learned these two looks are not mutually exclusive!) and the third look is the look of someone who's trying to figure it out.

For the moment, we'll ignore the look for awful fashion sense or my, what a wonderful cloak you are wearing... We'll also ignore the look of jealous disgust that girls give me when I cinch myself into a corset and wander around with perfect 38-28-38 proportions. It's a shame that the first 38 is mainly all rib cage and hardly any breast... Oh well, can't win them all!

So it was with some amusement that I encountered that third look recently. I had accompanied my aunty to dinner and we had decided to walk to the restaurant that was close by. What we were thinking, walking to a restaurant on the night of the coldest day in years, I do not know. However, my scrumptious dinner of sliced beef in udon noodle soup had warmed me thoroughly and I was totally satiated. My aunty was still feeling the cold since she was sill a little weak since being discharged from the hospital a month or so ago. I was holding her hand and giving her support as we slowly made our way home, cursing at the wind.

As we approached the intersection, I noticed a young man coming the other way. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him glance at me and then the double take! Instinctively I looked at him and he had his head cocked and a quizzical look on his face. I'm not really sure what was so odd about a girl helping her aunt walk home... and no, I was not wearing my cloak! It seemed to me like he was trying to figure me out...

I smiled slightly before looking away as we continued our journey home in the cold wind. My only thought and reaction was "I'll have to tell everyone about this". I guess I'm learning to deal with it..