Sean and I went to a bar tonight to listen to music. While we were getting a beer, I thought I heard someone say something to me, so I turned and asked the girl (she couldn't have been over 25) next to me, "Excuse me?" She looked at me profoundly off-put, and said, "What?" I assume that she thought I was hitting on her. I apologized for my mistake and went on talking to Sean.
The rest of the evening, she and her two friends were looking over at me. I told Sean about it, and he said, "Enjoy it." It felt good to have someone check me out, particularly with all my surgery scars and arthritis leftovers. All night I basked in feeling like a hot man.
After a while, we got up to leave, and as we walked out I realized that they had been looking at Sean all night, not me.
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