“Boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses.”
– Dorothy Parker
I’m totally fine with that.
Looking geeky wasn’t my hesitation for going to the eye doctor and, undoubtedly, being prescribed reading glasses. I wasn’t hampered by the thought of being unattractive to anyone, least of all boys. Just being completely transparent here, glasses equaled “OLD” to me. I’m 42, and though I’m happier now than any of my previous decades, I just didn’t want to have to be reminded of my age every time I had to see ... anything.
The signs were there; the little things like not being able to read price tags (which has cost me dearly) or seeing the food I was eating (which has also cost me dearly). My 8-year-old daughter, Em, became my “eyes,” and by now, I’m sure she can recite every menu in Orange County by heart – she’s read them to me so many times. Though these were annoying, especially to Em, they were manageable.
Yes, it was embarrassing when I realized I had been wearing room spray instead of perfume for the last six months – unable to read the label – but, I just played it off like I was aware it was room spray to the counter gal at Planet Beauty when I went back to buy another one. “Oh, I know! Room spray lasts so much longer than perfume; you should totally try it!” Whew! Bullet dodged.
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