(E- expect part of this in letter form)

(Also, this was written at our “local Cheers” after a pint or two while the boys were blabbering on about Fringe spots)

Think back to the first time you remember having a crush on someone you saw on almost a daily basis. Personally I’m thinking of cute coworkers (maybe in part because the fianky started off as a coworker). You liked them so you wanted them to like you. So you wanted to look good. So you spent time on picking the right outfit and feeling that you looked great.

Flash forward to today when we hang out at our own version of Cheers. The fianky and I got engaged and we had a wedding fundraiser at said Cheers locale. And in the days immidiately following, I had three people from my Cheers (of the male persuasion) approach me to tell me of how, when they first met me, they wanted to meet me. They wanted to know who I was with. These men made a point of telling me that, at one point, they thought i was hot and wanted to get to know me. And that I’m still hot.

So now, despite being completely in love with my man friend, when we go out to our own version of Cheers, I have an extra reason to look good. And I just might spend an extra second or two on makeup.

It’s always neat to see what happens when you know someone is looking (in on oh so non stalkeresque kind of way).