Today a man saw me. He didn’t just look, but actually saw I was there.

“How odd” I thought, “that he wasn’t looking at my friend, but at me.” Not sure how to react. My gut tells me that it is all a lie, and I am imagining it to sooth my own vanity.

It’s the little things that get me by I guess.

Note: The ladies were in fancy dress for halloween last night, a cowgirl, librarian and the mad hatter, each were able to pull the outfits from their normal wardrobe. Should I be worried if I was the mad hatter?

Thena