if you're not a penguin...shut it - Floating My OWN Boat v.2

Yesterday, during my mad rush of activity and the trip to 'town' - I neglected to put on my 'town' clothes and basically just left in what I was wearing.

That would be a black baseball hat, black tank top, black and beige board shorts and beige sandals. Hey, I figure as long as I'm color coordinated, what the hell should I care?

The tank top was a bit short but I endeavored to stretch it down a little to meet the top of the shorts. Why I do this, I don't know because I can tell you my belly is not hanging out, over or under anything.

I've always been twitchy about my tummy since it's the one thing I've never been able to tame to MY satisfaction. After the amount of teenagers I see these days with entire extra PEOPLE hanging off their waists between their too short shirt and low jeans, I've become even more paranoid about bellies, let me tell you. ick. So, ever careful about bulging and unattractiveness, I tend to think I am usually dressing to cover my flaws.

ANYWAYS, my point is - in the bank, the video store, liquor store and grocery store I noticed this....

Every woman who walked towards me looked first at the space between my shorts and my shirt, then up to my face.

Every man who walked towards me looked first at my face.

Struck me as a bit strange, is all. I've never really paid attention before and I'm sure there're millions of reasons to do with competitiveness and attractiveness and the baseball hat or something but I think I've always just automatically thought the roles would be reversed.

I know, I know, you're in awe of the deepness of my thoughts so early on a Sunday morning. ha.