Five Guys and a girl

As I have blogged about before, I have lost a little weight.  Okay, more than a little, but clearly not as much as some of you here in Blogland.  People ask me questions all of the time about it and the one answer that keeps coming up is, "I finally feel like the person on the outside that I have ALWAYS been on the inside." By that I mean bubbly (almost annoyingly so), confident (okay, not completely, but I put on a good show), energetic (is that the same as bubbly?) and most of all friendly.

And lately, I am catching the eyes of the opposite sex. At first, it was extremely hard to understand because I wasn't mentally prepared for it - meaning I still see myself as overweight.  It started out as "double-takes." Do you know what I mean? You walk by a guy (or he walks by you) and he turns back to look more (not exactly to the point of running into something but you get the idea, right?) Then it turned into longer smiles and winks and "Hey baby!"s because you KNOW that is exactly what a busy mother of two wants to hear: "Hey, baby!" And now we are to the point that I was hit on by a WAY younger man, really a boy, at the Redbox last Friday night while I was picking up the movie that my husband had reserved for our children to watch (cause you know I am going to bed early since I have a long run in the morning). Seriously, it the Giant Redbox the new place to pick up chics?

Well, yesterday, my experience was even better.  After I picked up my race packet for the local YMCA Turkey Chase 10K (which is tomorrow morning - earning my extra stuffing here!), I was Jone-sing for a juicy hamburger (you know we only eat seafood and turkey at home right?) so I went to Five Guys for lunch. When I walked in around 12pm, I was shocked at how empty it was. So I ordered a junior bacon cheeseburger (YUM!) and sat down waiting for my order. In about 3 minutes, the place was suddenly packed with... men. Mostly workmen... and apparently the seats around me where the place to sit. SERIOUSLY, when I tell you no one was sitting on the other side of the place... but EVERY table around me was suddenly filled (and as I was telling my husband, I didn't even look good. I mean I had jeans on, a Nike shirt, Nike shoes, my hair was a mess... and only eye-liner).  As they called my number, I felt a million eyes on me - I thought, okay, you are being paranoid. But as I came back it was clear that I was the center of attention. I wondered if my zipper was down. Nope! I felt vulnerable and frankly like I had no clothes on.

I preceed to tear open my bag and chow down on my bacon cheeseburger and fries and this dude next to me started doing stuff that appeared like he was trying to get my attention. At first I glanced up at each thing: dropping his phone on the floor, grunting, moving his chair in and out loudly... but then I thought, I am not playing this game. I AM not interested. I picked up my phone and called my girlfriend and described the situation. (BTW: had I not torn into my lunch, I would have packed up and went home to eat in some peace). When she answered I could tell she was busy, so I said, "I don't care what you are doing, I need you to talk to me!" and I explained the situation. Being on the phone distracted me enough and allowed me to turn my head away from the guy. But it also was unnerving since the other guys were starting at me. My girlfriend said, "it is because there is a hot girl in Five Guys chowing down on a bacon cheeseburger and fries instead of a salad." Was that it? I am sure most of you here in Blogland do NOT eat salads all of the time, right? I earn my bacon cheeseburger - hopfully once a week (man I really want one right now!)

Anyway, so as the dude next to me finishes, he walks by my table (I am still on the phone) and puts his receipt on my table. I look up, he winks and walks out. At first I was like: why did he put his trash on my table, how rude.... but then I flipped it over and it said, "Dave - 301-XXX-XXXX" okay, it wasn't Xs but I shouldn't pimp him out in Blogland, right?

So, I know what I did, but I was wondering, Blogland - What would you have done? 

Best answer gets a prize and I will tell you what I did tomorrow (when I reveal the winner of my REALLY awesome giveaway.)