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When I overheard someone at the store refer to me as a ‘MILF' I didn't know whether to be shocked, annoyed or amused! I knew what it meant - "Mothers I'd Like to, uh, Fornicate with," but presumably it just referred to any older woman, since I've never had children. I had never thought of myself as particularly attractive - ‘plain' would be more accurate, to be honest. Still, I tried to do the best I could with what I had to work with, so my jaw length hair was nicely styled and I was wearing light daytime makeup - nothing spectacular, just a little eye shadow and mascara, some blush and lipstick.

Nor was what I was wearing in any way sexy or provocative. I tend more to ‘dressy' outfits, mainly because I don't do too well at ‘casual' - it tends to come out more like ‘sloppy.' I had on a hunter green blouse that made my green eyes seem a little brighter, a knee-length black pleated gabardine skirt, tan stockings and black mid-heels. I thought it was a nice, conservative outfit but unlikely to turn any heads. After some reflection, I decided to feel flattered! Stopping to select some green onions, I looked back at the man who had made the comment; both he and his friend were younger than I was and fairly attractive. It had been quite a while since I had worried about what men thought of my looks - since deciding on a career rather than marriage, I had been more concerned with appearing professional and competent than pretty. And I'd done well, I thought. Still, I had to smile when I thought back to how it had felt to primp for a date or select a dress for the prom, then fuss for hours over my hair and makeup. Other than my standard ...

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