....and another thing...

That happened since I last posted.  The cougar, in me, came out and growled a few times.  The beauty of it is I didn't realize I did do any growling.  A 28 year old man--who yes, is quite handsome, built-looked at me and at my hair. OK, I wear my hair natural. I hit upon the right products to make my hair curly and soft to the touch (for very little money thank you very much!). Mr. 28 looks me straight in the eye and says, "I want to just run my hands through your hair." I tried to tone my blush. Yea, we were at work too. I composed myself (which for brief flame flicker I didn't want to, but....) and told Mr. 28 not to utter such words----especially at work.  Mr. 28 says he doesn't care. I told him I hope he wasn't heard and he better care. Nobody needs to think anything sexual harassment. 

Yes, I was flattered. I made sure I didn't sound annoyed or attacking towards  Mr. 28.  I wasn't mad a the cub young man, yet reality reared its head.    

And since then, Mr. 28 has kept any such comments to himself....*sigh*