Funny thing happened on the way home last night. Took a route through Greenwich Village and some guy blew me a kiss. I thought, " OK, some one finally noticed that I lost weight."
Then I realized that because I lost a little weight, my jeans were a bit baggy. And since it was night I wore my orange construction worker's vest over the jacket I borrowed from my husband. Between my strange getup and my helmet, I'm sure he thought I was a guy! And since my mountain bike is purple, he probably assumed I was gay. Gotta love Greenwich Village.