Two things yesterday, and an associated one the night before made me happy. The night before I came out over Facebook Messenger to an old friend from college whom I haven't had much contact with in 30 years. I asked if he wanted to see a recent picture. When he saw it he told me that I'm pretty.
One of my new coworkers, (a straight woman) also told me I'm pretty and likes my hair. I guess if other people with nothing to gain tell me so it must be true but I don't see it personally.
This last one... Well, I have to admit that under the wrong circumstances this kind of thing can upset me greatly. A customer approached me, (I wear no makeup to work), "excuse me sir... I mean ma'am!,... I mean sir...", his jaw dropped and he looked confused. I guess I clearly sit in the middle when I make no effort.
All in all an amusing and gratifying day if you discount poking myself in the eye with a hair pick. (It feels better this morning.)