It was horrible! I was at Walmart again, but that's not the most horrible part. There was a teenage/early-20's girl with boobs out to here, wearing the most form-fitting outfit you ever saw. I actually, quite seriously, tried to ignore her because I got a strong sense that she REALLY wanted to be looked at, and I always try to disappoint people like that. One of my many gifts. And this was before I got a good look at her, I swear. Even my 12-year-old daughter shook her head, saying "She's so plastic!" because of all of the make-up.
Then I kept running into this girl and her mom (yes, her mom, dressed similarly, let her daughter out of the house dressed like that) as I went searching for cat food. I was studiously avoiding eye contact because I didn't want to feed her ego. Thirty years ago, sure, I might have asked her out. Wait, how old am I? Wow, time flies.
Anyway, now that I have a beautiful young daughter of my own (already being checked out by creepy guys), I found this girl sad and pathetic. By the time they were leaving toward the cashiers, I was going the opposite direction. Another woman, dressed normally, attractive, Iranian maybe, was looking at the plastic girl then looking at me. Looking me right in the eye. I could tell by her face she was thinking (of me) "You're going to stare at that tramp, aren't you!? I just know it! Men are all pigs!"
I just looked at her -- the attractive, decent one -- and smiled. And that was the end of it. Or so I thought. There she was again at the self-checkout as Elizabeth and I were checking out. Everyone was staring (men and women) at the plastic girl. She was actually very attractive, but honestly, she would've been even more attractive if she toned it down a notch or two or ten.