Thank You, Stranger

I'd like to say thank you to a stranger from the supermarket.

You were a male (presumably single judging by the contents of your shopping cart). We passed each other a few times in the aisles, and you always made eye contact and smiled at me. It wasn't a creepy I'm-going-to-throw-you-in-the-back-of-my-van-and-then-drive-to-a-deserted-spot smile. It was a nice I'm-a-man-and-recognize-you-as-a-woman smile. The last time we passed each other you gave me a wink, and I grinned back at you.

Even though I'm not wearing my wedding rings (can't fit them back on my fingers yet), I'm sure you knew I wasn't single (if you saw the diapers and man-food bratwursts in my cart). But it was still nice to be acknowledged as an attractive woman, especially since I feel mostly like a post-partum lump.

So thank you, nice stranger, for adding a little extra ego boost to my day.