So today I was in a coffee shop sipping on a mocha, gazing thoughtfully around the room and trying to ignore the fact that my son was wiping jam all over his face.
Whilst scanning my surroundings I noticed a mum holding her baby. It was obvious by the way she was tugging at her top and sticking her hand down her cleavage that she was about to breastfeed her aforementioned child.
Now, I should say at this point: I am all for this. I have absolutely no problem with breastfeeding in public, and I think it should be applauded, and I also think that anyone who gets all snooty about it should stick a hot potato up their bum.
I was thinking this when she noticed me looking at her. There she was, halfway through pulling a boob out of her top, and perhaps slightly taken aback at seeing a grown man staring wistfully in her direction from the other side of the room as he sipped on what looked like a primo mocha with sprinkles and maybe a mint shot if he’s feeling a little effeminate.
I saw her looking at me, because I was looking at her at the time. I also saw the slightly quizzical expression on her face. I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of pervert, and I also didn’t want her to think I was disapproving of her actions, and I also wanted to try and convey (but not in a creepy way) that I admired her for doing a natural thing. And I had a split second to convey all of these feelings in one facial expression. It came out like this.
And then I looked away quickly, and consciously avoided any eye contact for the rest of the time we were in there. What on earth she thought I was thinking, only she knows. But, if her powers of perception were keen, she would have noticed that I was being 60% approving, 30% not disapproving, and 10% definitely not a pervert.