i am what you would call a ridiculously late bloomer, am 53 now, but heavens girls, i don´t look it.
i get the stares too, while shopping, driving, strolling about, unconsciously swaying my hips slightly as i go.
Two days ago i went out to get a fresh grilled chicken and this guy maybe a few years younger than i
was waiting as i was and he kept staring so much at me, it felt uncomfortable. i just stood there
holding the basket in front of me and biting my lip as i could feel his gaze all over me.
When i was about to go, he bumped into me as if i needed further assurance of his interest.
Did not dare look over my shoulder, was all flustered.
A female employee in the meat section noticed what was going on and as we made eye contact,
she grinned as if to say I know how you feel and now you know what it´s like eh.
She got a shy smile in return.
It´s a mixed feeling experiencing this, i am flattered, but a bit annoyed also, but hey
if i did not get any looks i would be miserable, so i won´t complain too much

linda