I'm Perfect

I went to the casino (I won yay!) and I had to share what transpired there. I was standing in the middle of the casino floor when I saw this man walking towards me with his head down. He looked up and stopped dead in his tracks and said somewhat under his breath "oh my God you're perfect!" Ok folks, Daphnewood is 35, short, fat and was not primped at all at this time. I said to the man in a very confused tone "excuse me, what did you say?" He sort of shook his head like his brain was working again and said loudly "I SAID YOU ARE PERFECT" All I could think was this guy had to be drunk or blind or both. I just blushed really red (hating myself for such weakness) and said a polite 'thank you' to the man then ran away. It has been a long while since I affected a man like that based on appearance only. I am still astounded at how he reacted. I figure he has to be a boob man. I did have my hands in my back pockets so no arms to hide my chest. I have had drunk, old guys hitting on me since I could walk but this guy was young and really sweet and kept walking by my machine I was playing. I could tell he wanted to talk to me. I figured I better put him out of his misery and made sure my hand, complete with wedding band, was visible. Once he saw I was married his walk-by trips stopped. Still, it was really funny to see my husband's face when I told him "hey babe, I was lucky at the casino and almost got lucky too!"