Beauty isn't worth thinking about; what's important is your mind. You don't want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head. ~Garrison Keillor
So I went with Ebay to a concert the other day.
We were standing in line to have our tickets scanned and in front of us about two spaces was a group of 4 or 5 teenage girls - my guess is somewhere between 15 and 18 years old. They were kind of standing in a little semi circle as we all stood in line so that a couple of them were facing the people behind them – which included Ebay and me.
After a minute or two in line I notice the girls whispering to each and looking at us – well not at us really as much as they were looking at Ebay.
Checking him out really.
The two girls facing us whispered back and forth a little then kind of leaned over and whispered to the girls who’s backs were to us. Sure enough, one by one they each turned around briefly and surreptitiously scanned my baby boy. Once they all got their initial look they all kind of kept finding reasons to turn around or quickly glance back and then whisper even more to each other – glance/whisper, glance/whisper, glance/whisper.
I was a little taken back I have to admit. Now I’ve always thought that Ebay is a cutie, but I’m his mother – I’m supposed to think he’s cute. I glanced over at him and tried to evaluate him objectively.
Casual but stylish outfit. Artfully tousled hair. Startlingly blue eyes.
Oh Crap…I think he may be crossing over from merely cute to handsome.
It sure looked like those girls thought so anyway.
I was hit with a strange mix of feelings I can only describe as proud-stage-mother combined with protective-mother-bear. On the one hand it was nice that these girl's thought Ebay was cute enough to check-out. But I found myself wanting to prowl back and forth protecting my cute cub. They can admire from afar – but don’t get too close and for Heaven's sake no touching! How does Brad Pitt’s mother deal with this kind of thing? Ok, maybe not Brad Pitt…Zac Efron perhaps (in right light) …with Justin Beiber’s squishy cheeks.
At this point I glance over at Ebay to see if he’s noticed this female phenomenon.
Oh yeah, he noticed.
He noticed but to his credit he was also being totally cool about the ogling and acting like he didn’t notice by casually checking out something on his phone – possibly his own reflection?
Ebay was still standing next to me - and because I didn’t want to totally embarrass him and since he was already looking at his phone, I pulled mine out and sent him a text.
Mom Text: Looks like you have fans?
Ebay Text: Yeah.
Mom Text: Does this happen to you a lot?
Ebay Text: Well, sometimes. A girl sent me her phone number through the drive-thru Tube at work the other day.
Mom Text: Well, that’s.... flattering.
Ebay Text: I thought so.
Mom Text: Did you call her?
Ebay Text: No – I was flattered but kind of freaked out.
Yeah, I can relate.