Eight a.m., the end of a noc shift. No make-up, hair needs washing, wearing wrinlked scrubs one size too large.
Sexy, no? NO!
I dabbed on some Phero Girl, because is makes ME feel better. I went down to the garage, on my way out out of the building.
Three younger guys were standing in the garage. As I passed them, they stopped speaking. They all turned and smiled at me, watching me all the way to the door. As if they were looking at a hottie, instead of a bedraggled nurse.
I stopped, on the way home, at a Starbucks. I needed a coffee, for a headache. And a nice looking older guy smiled, as I passed him. He took off his cowboy hat, held it over his heart, and bowed slightly. He watched me, until I left, but did not approach.
I'd say it works! Off noc shift is my toughest field test!