Can You See Me?!?

Lawd have mercy, I miss the men in New Orleans! There is a totally different breed of man in the south. They swagger, they usually smell good. And they generally have an "air' about them. Like my grandmother used to say, "I like the way they carry themselves." I can spot a southern man anywhere. He may not even have to speak, I can just see it all over them. There's just something about them. Southern men really seem to like women. They have a free and easy way with women. Charming us without even trying. If you are even half-way decent looking you will get "Hey pretty", "Hey red!", and "How you doing fine?" These uplifting call outs take place at the grocery store, the gas station and at restaurants. Just every damned where!

Now on the other hand, here in Ohio the story is quite different. No one looks at you. No one! They don't even look to see what's happening in the cars next to them at the stop light. In new Orleans the stop light is a chance to check out the peeps in the next car. Give 'em a smile or a wink and drive a way happy. Maybe even bounce your head to the music bumping in the lane next to yours. My hair could be on fire and I would not get the least bit of attention here. Cutting off someone in traffic here doesn't even warrant a look. Eyes straight ahead, please!

I'm tempted to to pop a breast out in the parking lot of the supermarket just to see what happens. With my luck I would be arrested immediately and sent to prison for the next 48 years, so the boob popping is out. But, I'm just saying, can a sister get some "act right" up north?