[Esme nha Maire]

I was in Boots the Chemists today, to get a few things, including a pressure bandage for my weak knee, and was having trouble finding them, partly no doubt, due to my concentration not being good due to my hurty knee, and partly because everything I ever want always seems to be down on the bottom shelf where I have trouble noticing it (I'm quite tall).

A very helpful shop assistant kindly helped me get what I needed. Then, of a sudden, as I was paying for my stuff, she commented about my lipstick - but it wasn't just 'Oh, I like your lipstick!', though I can't recall exactly what she did say now - suffice to say it made me feel flustered, as it referenced my being femme.

Dang, I didn't think of what I should have said in reply until I was walking out of the shop, but heck, that made me feel good! She was a quite adorable small femme of unknown (to me) sexuality. But... <grin>