Flirting is what I used to do. I recognize it when it’s happening.
Ok, my husband is seventy-one, but he is handsome, with shocking white hair, steady, serious blue/gray eyes . . . and when he grins the sun comes out.
We were ordering at Tijuana Flats a few days ago. The girl taking our order was beautiful, about twenty and confident. Eric ordered for both of us as I stood beside him; it seemed I “wasn’t there” at all. This beautiful woman looked into his eyes, called him “love” and “honey”, she was attentive and personable; my antenna reverberated. I said to her, (she then noticed me), “What do you call your husband?” I thought to myself that if she calls my husband these endearing names, what does she call her husband?
“I am not married,” she answered me. I continued, “If I was ordering, would you call me “love”, “honey”? She said she would.
A couple of days later, a beautiful woman approached my husband, as both of us sat on the porch with morning coffee. She began asking him directions, standing near him, focused on him. Again “I wasn’t there”.
I am not proud of this, but I said, “I’m here too.” She had to turn her body to recognize me.
This morning I told my husband that I was wrong, that I should be confident and not behave so. He said with his singular grin, “You bristled.”
I don’t know what you do, but in retrospect, I’ve decided to be confident, be there and be “a gracious woman” who maintains honor. Maybe I will “butt in”, maybe not, but I must trust Eric. He is now aware. Proverbs has been such a powerhouse of encouragement: wisdom is personified as female all the way through the Book. Next time, I don’t know how I’ll handle it, but I’m thinking about it . . . A wise woman follows close to honor. “A gracious woman retains honor . . . “ (Proverbs 11:16).
I Can’t close this without wondering what you think: what do you do?