I saw you across the room br and my heart stopped. br br You noticed br and I looked away. br br I saw you across the room br this time you didn't see br me looking at you. br br I moved my eyes br across the all of you br moved my lips br feeling my breath stop. br br 'Beautiful' I thought br 'just a beautiful man' br br Not supposed to notice br all the pretty men, br not if you're a bit older: br but pretty I still am br and I want to know br if younger men know; br br If I can still attract br a look br still get noticed; br even admired. br br Or am I now invisible br to any young man br under 25? br br A critical point br in every woman's life br where the line between br younger and older lies. br br I move br to catch your line of sight br just to see if your eye br would linger long enough br to make me understand br you wanted a second look. br br You glanced br but then glanced away. br br I decided for another try br and stood behind br so that if you moved br you encounter me br and I'd dropp my notepad. br br Why pass 35 br do I br still need to be admired br by younger men? br br You moved and my pad dropped. br br And with little or no eye-contact, br br you picked it up br with a smile br and gave it back. br br I bobbed my head br moved on br felled by br indifferent br chivalry br and passage br into br the Older Woman Category.