I’m skinny and nerdy, which doesn’t bother me — I’m comfortable that my attractions lie in realms other than the physical. About once every three months, though, I have a day where women seem to pay me all sorts of flattering attention.
Maybe it’s the dad thing (men with babies are attractive, a’ight?), or something chemical (all my pheromones erupting at the same time?), or just random chance.
Whatever. It happens, I’m flattered although flustered, and the next day is back to normal.
Except that yesterday, Working Mom came to the playground with us and was convalescing on a distant bench as I was busily being chatted up by the mommies and nannies. I hope she doesn’t get the idea that’s how I am all the time! I don’t flirt with the playground ladies, really I don’t. Even if I wanted to, most days they don’t pay me any attention, and besides, I actually prefer to play with the kids most of the time.
Sigh. Why is it so hard not to be misunderstood?
Apropos of nothing, it was just pointed out to me that I’m actually on page 3 of a million on the “Hottest Daddy Blogger” page. Anyone feel like nudging up my ranking? You know, just as an ego boost?