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I am not accustomed these days to getting “hit on.”   There was a time, back in my prime… no, but seriously, something about the fact that I don’t get a chance to brush my hair everyday, or always match my clothes, seems to prevent guys from giving me that eye.   Ok, that and I have a tall, handsome husband and a knock-out wedding ring, so the two obvious clues that I’m married  probably has something to do with it, too.   Not that I want men to flirt with me, not at all, I’m just trying to  express that …well, it’s been a while.

Anyway, when we were at the O’s game last week, Casey and Kenny went to scout a table for us to eat before we went back to our seats, and I took our enormous platter piled with beef and beans to the  fixin’s station.   As I was pumping a little extra sauce on my carnivorous mess, a slightly nerdy guy in a short-sleeved dress shirt caught my eye.   “Wow,” he said, “You have great arms.   Do you lift?”   (did I mention that the platter was really heavy?)

“I have a two year old son.   I lift him all day.” I answered, not trying to be sassy, but trying to balance the side of beef I was carrying.

“Oh, where’s your son tonight?” he asked, in that tone that suggests that his next question is going to be something naughty.

I nodded my head at Casey and Kenny across the way.   He shrugged and raised his beer to me, then walked away.  

Geeky, yes, but it cracked me up.   It cracked Casey up too, probably because the guy was a fairly non-threatening math-y type.   Anyway, it’s good to know that these Mommy biceps are can still swag a head or two…