Body Rebellion

The interesting part of this journey is how I'm changing. I was in Springfield to tour a store yesterday and just decided to see my cousin last night. I've been keeping myself busy, I've been going out and sitting by myself at bars and restaurants while I eat. I travel to see family and friends. I honestly think this is the busiest I've been in a while. In a very long while.
I've also been teaching myself how to put on makeup correctly, spending money on things so I can look more professional when I go to stores. And the exercise. I even went and worked out tonight, which is almost unheard of. I didn't push myself too hard. My leg has been bothering me. Not the back part of my calf, but the front. In fact, it was so tight I had to stop for a minute and try and stretch it. I want to feel good about the fact that I am exercising, but I also feel like I should be doing more.
On the social front, however, I've seen ice cubes that have more warmth than my social life right now. I see people in the hallway at the hotel and I smile and you would've thought I had given them an indecent proposal then and there. I cannot figure it out. In fact, tonight, I was in the fitness room and this guy walks in. I smile, he rolls his eyes and gets on the treadmill next to me. So I went back to my thing. He runs on the treadmill like he's trying to push the machine into another room while I am still (apparently shamefully) am walking on my treadmill. I'm careful to keep my eyes to myself, but my leg bothers me so I finish early. Sure enough, I'm bringing my laundry down and there he is, waiting to get on the elevator. I smile and say Hi and he looks at me under his eyelashes like I've felt him up. Granted, I've lived in Texas for a while, but I would've swore that basic politeness was something people looked for.
It was the same thing this morning at the hotel in Springfield. I'm trying to be nice and these people are staring at me like I've got horns growing out of my face.  If this keeps up I will never be able to date again. And, while I'm not body confident enough to jump in the sack with someone, I would like to go out and have a conversation with someone. Actually, what I'd really like is someone to pin me against the wall and kiss me like something would break inside of them if they didn't do it right that moment.
Maybe I should join a boxing class to work out this extra aggression. And work my upper body.