My cute husband

We went out to a late dinner last night. In front of the restaurant was a group of young men, playing rap music and acting loud. The valet had apologized, embarrassed, but it was fine. They basically had the entrance blocked off. I worked my way through the crowd, saying excuse me and casually touching them so they wouldn't back into me accidentally. I'm not scared of loud men having fun; plus, I was feeling confident. And hungry. So I wanted to get through that crowd, and I was well aware that my presence would be noticed.

Paul says to me, all surprised, once we were inside: "You caused a bit of a stir there. Those guys were checking you out."

Of course they were, silly. It was Friday night and they were having fun in a group; looking at women -- any woman -- is just part of that. Plus, I was wearing heels and a short-ish skirt -- which is automatically going to draw eyes, particularly since most of my height is in my legs.

I forget that Paul doesn't know as much about such things as I do. (Which is undoubtedly a good thing!) He's much more gentlemanly, so he didn't do that -- even when he was younger and in a group of guys. He's also at a place where he's just getting used to having an OK-looking wife again, which is probably why he was surprised. He used to be embarrassed at my size.

He was smart enough not to tell me that while I was fat.

But I knew.

I also know he's not embarrassed anymore.