“Girls in Glasses” by Erica Fustero
Last week while on vacation, I discovered a tear in my left contact lens. They were my last pair of disposables and I’d stretched their use out for a few extra months. To the trash they went and on came the glasses. Glasses are not easy for me to wear. I have awful myopia and astigmatism and glasses only give me a sort of tunnel of good vision. But, that’s all I have right now and until I can get to a contact lens exam and get a new order in, that’s what I’ve got. So, I’ve been wearing my glasses. On Tuesday night, a boy on a train struck up a conversation with me and I felt as if he was sizing me up trying to figure out how old I was and whether or not he should make a move. He didn’t. I was relieved and somewhat flattered because he was so very, very young. Later that night at T-Mobile, the rep who helped me was very nice, chatty, and flattering. Instead of upgrading me or selling me on new contracts, he actually tried to do some things so my contract will be easier to downgrade next month and I’ll be able to get out of it completely in September. He flattered me by telling me I was too young to be a teacher when he found out I worked at the university. Not really, but thanks! And today as I walked to work, a guy crossing the street to my side walked past me and said, “Hello beautiful.” I looked around baffled. I was alone on the sidewalk. He may have said “Ay dios m¡o” but he didn’t look like a Spanish speaker. The only thing about me that’s different is my glasses. Who knew? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like this sort of attention. I don’t mind chatting with anyone but it’s weird when I get the feeling they’re trying to work out my Dateability which would be zero. I like my Friend. I like where I’m at. I like where I’m going. But I still can’t help shaking my head.