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September 8, 20144 Comments

By Deborah Smith Parker

Cute Guy! This cry, when issued by a female of the human species, causes all other females of the species in range, regardless of age, to take instant note. Who wants to miss out on a cute guy? Teen girls

This point was driven home to me recently on a trip back to San Diego from Phoenix. I had stopped at a fast food restaurant in Gila Bend and was in the restroom when three teenage girls charged in chanting, “Cute Guy. Cute Guy.” They chattered and giggled about the one they had just seen out in the restaurant. It was fun to watch, and I had no problem transporting myself back many years to when I engaged in such behavior.

Then one of them really caught my interest when she said, “Yeah, and it didn’t matter that he was old.” She emphasized “old.”

I had to get into this. “How old was he,” I asked, “23? 24?”

“Oh, no. He was really old. He had gray hair.”

“So how will I know him when I go out there?”

“Easy. He’s in the military. He’s wearing those spotty things. Army, I think.”

“No, Marines,” another girl said.

“No. No. He was Air Force.” This one sounded real sure.

“How do you know?” The other two immediately challenged.

“Because,” she said witheringly, “he had Air Force written across his shirt in big letters.” She stabbed her finger at her chest where she’d seen writing on his.

That settled that.

I went out into the restaurant but didn’t see anyone in uniform, spotty or otherwise. So I headed for my car. In the parking lot I saw a man in camouflage fatigues getting into a pickup on the passenger side. He was on the far side of the cab from me so I couldn’t see his head. I went up to the driver’s side and gestured to the man already seated behind the wheel to roll down the window, which he did. He was young. He had “Air Force” stenciled on his shirt. I still couldn’t see the other guy except to see that he was dressed the same as the driver.

“This is going to sound really strange,” I began, “but one of you, the one with gray hair, just made three teenage girls very happy.”

At this point, the man on the passenger side who had been bent over futzing with a drink carrier on the seat looked up. Under his cap I could see he had gray hair, prematurely so, I gauged. The girls were right. He was cute. He also looked puzzled. I quickly related all that had transpired in the restroom. He was no longer puzzled. Now he was stunned.

Then, to his credit, he blushed. Rather deeply. He dropped his head, smiling, and muttered, “Well, I’ll be.”

I went on. “I decided to tell you this (I was having fun) because I’m married to an aging cute guy who would love knowing if it had been about him. So I hoped you might appreciate it.”

He muttered, “Well, I’ll be,” a couple more times.

As I got in my car I saw he was still bent over the seat. Still muttering, I presumed.

Those girls could never have told him what they thought of him. They would have died of embarrassment if they’d known I did it for them. I was happy that I could cross generational lines to tell him. For his sake. And by acting as spokesperson for the girls, I could, in complete freedom, tell a guy he was cute. For my sake.

Deborah Smith Parker writes on a wide range topics in many styles. She is the author of the newly released book “The Horse that Haunts My Heart” and her earlier release, “Humanus Astrologicus,” both available in paperback and Kindle on Amazon. To follow her on Twitter (@astro_logicus) and Facebook click to the right of this post where you can also click to receive her astrology blog.

About author:

Deborah Smith Parker is re-writing the often impenetrable language of astrology into a much friendlier form. She has spent her 30 plus years as an astrological consultant, writer, teacher and lecturer freeing the rich astrological images and their descriptions increasingly buried under modern clinical and technological descriptions. Her additional work in public policy has provided many outlets for demonstrating her ability to break down highly complex systems into information that’s easily understood.

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4 Responses to “CUTE GUY!”

  1. Hi Deborah,

    Thanks for sharing this “cute” story. I’m happy you were comfortable crossing generational lines and making this guy’s day. You also made your readers happy by sharing it with us.

  2. Great fun, Deborah! My politically correct self wondered if it was somewhat sexist (4 planets in Libra), then remembered how much I loved being told I was attractive in various ways (ALSO 4 planets in Libra). That never felt “sexist,” it just felt good. I’m glad you had the guts to do it!

  3. Teri says:

    I can almost see you doing that! I don’t think I would have, but I’m sure the “cute guy” will never forget it! Fun story!

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