A couple of nights ago after GGG the cutest 80-year-old man (ok, I am taking blog-atory license. I don't know his exact age.) I have ever seen came walking out, shook my hand, and said, "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"
I said, in the most sincere voice I could muster after a long day, "Thank you very much, sir! Did you enjoy the show?"
As I talked to him, I felt like he really cared about me, an insignificant little girl that had had a rough day and was about to fall over on her face.
Then the cutest old lady I have ever seen came down the line. As I shook her hand the old man stood behind me and whispered,
"And she's a pretty little thing, isn't she?"
I'm waiting for the man that looks at me with as much love, devotion, and respect as that man did to that beautiful woman, who simply glowed.
Someday.
and it just keeps getting better.
