â€œEwwww,â€ She Said.
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree.
â€œEeeeeewwwww,â€ Shannon said under her breath while we were taking a walk down a neighboring street.
â€œDid you see that, Mommy? That old guy was checking you out.â€
First of all, I donâ€™t believe it, but she says sheâ€™s been noticing that a lot, particularly when Iâ€™m wearing shorts or a shorter skirt. According to her, most women over 30 shouldnâ€™t wear shorts at all but Iâ€™m the exception. Hopefully, sheâ€™s not just saying that so Iâ€™ll buy her a sweater when we go shopping later.
I find it strange that men notice me. I donâ€™t know why. I just do. I never appreciated it when I was younger whereas some women lived by male attention and have had serious esteem issues by their late 30â€™s when some things just stopped getting the attention they used to.
I find it even stranger that my teen daughter sees men check me out. Thatâ€™s just…so bizarre.
She notices it in restaurants. I get up to go to the restroom and she watches men check me out as I make my way across the restaurant, oblivious. She notices it anytime weâ€™re together and especially when we walk our separate ways and men donâ€™t know sheâ€™s my daughter.
What she doesnâ€™t realize is that I see the same thing happen with her at 16. I watch from a distance as she walks toward meâ€”jeans and T-shirt and no skin showingâ€”and I see some grandfather turn his head in appreciation, watching her, and I just want to stalk over to him and grab him by the throat and say, â€œHey, stopping looking at my daughter that way!â€
Pervert, I think.
But sheâ€™s oblivious to it until I tell her this while weâ€™re on a power-walk and pass a man about 40. He says hello to us and strikes up a conversation with me before we can get out of earshot. Thereâ€™s another man, maybe 50, doing yard work next door, but he doesnâ€™t say anything as we pass except to make eye contact with me and tip his cap.
â€œEwwww,â€ Shannon says as few dozen feet later, â€œthose old golfer dudes were checking you out. Thatâ€™s just so…gross.â€
Yes, whatâ€™s gross for one is perverted to another. Weâ€™re both somewhere between amused and horrified.