I must be doing something right with the weight loss and new haircut. This beautiful girl (late teens or early twenties) watched me with interest the entire time I was in the truckstop I just left. Not flirting, exactly, but she kept trying to make and keep eye contact.

I tell ya. It's a shame or a good thing that I'm old and married now. Otherwise, knowing now what I didn't know about women when I was in my twenties, I'd be cutting a wide swath.