Pathetic

So at school this afternoon for our fall fundraiser - I'd baked pies all morning - what a mom I am. But mostly, I got dressed carefully, choosing what I think makes me look GOOD, makeup not too much but enough, for whom? My husband? He doesn't even look at me. No, for Mr. ...better not use his real initial so let's say R. For the dad of the best friend. And not only did I dress up, ("up" being flattering jeans and a snug v-neck sweater in a great color) but I soughtt hem both out - I went to the classroom where I know Mr. R would be, and chatted him up, went with the dad of the best friend (hereonafter called "tdotbf" to wash out some buckets. Did nothing inappropriate, just wanted to vibrate near them for a while, feel a charge of something (whether it was coming from them, reciprocated in any way, or not. Hopefully I don't act obviously like some bitch in heat.)