  Is going to Dunkin’ Donuts for coffee like reading Playboy for the articles? Well, whether it is or not, that’s what I did the other day—and may I add, I asked for skim milk, not regular, in my decaf. &nbsp; On my way out, two surprising things happened: 1) I spotted a handsome man through the glass door, on his way in. A truly handsome man is an unusual find (let’s face it, there’s a reason women are called the fairer sex), yet there he was. 2) Then he held the door open for me! &nbsp; It wasn’t his good manners that shocked me, but that he even saw me. Because fat women are virtually invisible to men. &nbsp; I know, several times over, what it’s like to respond to an online personal ad with a photo, then never hear from the guy again. So for a handsome man, especially, not only to notice me but to be considerate too…! What is he, a circus act?
Does he also catch bullets between his teeth? &nbsp; Maybe, amid the sideshow fairway, he struck up a relationship with the Fat Lady that really left an impression. Maybe he has super-human vision that lets him see the invisible. Or maybe size just doesn’t matter to him. All I know is, I’m still scratching my head. 
