Beautiful Booney

Am I glowing?  

Since finding myself with child, I have had two strangers tell me that I'm beautiful while out in public.  Normally this would expand my ego a bit, but I'm not sure these compliments are valid.

The first came from an old duffer at Lowe's.  He was joyriding in the motorized cart and whizzed by me while I was ruminating over which curtains to buy for my living room.  Four times that man puttered by to strike up innocuous conversation with me. On his third pass, he said I was a beautiful woman.  I blushed a bit and thanked him.

The second compliment came from a much younger man, probably in his thirties, at the library.  He was twirling a Jed Clampett hat in his hands and looked as though he had just tottered down from the back hills of Tennessee.  However, he was clean and had all of his teeth.  He was asking the woman at the circulation desk where to find Western novels as I was descending the stairs.  He watched me descend and told me I was beautiful as I passed by him.  I imagine he was seeing me as if I were floating down in a ball gown and we were going to the prom together.  I nervously laughed and thanked him.

Here's my conundrum.  These compliments weren't from men I would be interested in.  Old Man River probably hasn't been with a woman in a couple of decades, and Hillbilly Henry probably only sees women a few times a year.  Does this negate the compliments?  Am I actually beautiful?

Aw, who cares? I'll take it.

I'm happy that at least my pool of interested males has expanded beyond just Hispanic construction workers.  Now I can add geezers and hillbillies to that list.

Man, I really am beautiful!