This morning, I woke up with the intent of doing my hair, cleaning and doing some follow-up phone calls. I watched the news, put on some clothes, and walked to the CVS to pick up a relaxer kit. FYI, I looked like a before from What Not to Wear, complete with beer t-shirt, jeans and a beer baseball cap. Not to mention, my hair was looking rough. As I cross a street, I hear someone saying “Excuse me.” I pay no mind because I didn’t think he was talking to me. Two blocks later, I hear another “Excuse me.” I turn and it’s some average looking guy. He says, “I just wanted to say that I saw you crossing the street and I just wanted to say that you’re beautiful.” I courtly thanked him and hauled ass into the store. It’s been a while for me, about seven months, since I have experienced any romantic flirtations from a worthy suitor. I am not at the point, however, to acknowledge an advance from some shady guy who followed me for two blocks. But you can ask me again in five months…I may be that desperate.