Reacher Worthiness

And I'm talking about my Reacher worthiness...

Richard caught me looking at myself in the mirror a couple of weeks ago. He had past me a couple of times on his way in and out of the living room. Each time he came by I was still standing in front of the mirror looking at my face. I was turning my head from side to side and practicing different smiles. Then finally he asked the much awaited question. "What are you looking at?" "My eyes," I said. Of course he wanted to know why. And I answered. Honestly. Something I probably shouldn't have done. I told him I was trying to determine if my eyes were Reacher worthy. He turned around and walked away. I'm sure people reading this would like to know what in the name of all that's sane would make me to do such a thing. Easy. I like the way Reacher describes the female characters he meets in each book. He's checking them out, but not in the disgusting, "I want some of that" way. (Okay, so maybe he has-but it has never been when a woman is looking-that would be impolite and Reacher isn't like that!) Instead, Reacher describes women in a way that makes any girl, even the plain girls, beautiful. He notices everything about them. From the firmness of their arms to the way their eyes light up when they smile. I wanted to know if my eyes were like that. I've been told that I have pretty eyes. And of course I'm going to like them because they belong to me. But since I'm hoping to meet Lee Child one day, I was wondering if when he met me if he would think my eyes would be worthy of description in a Reacher Novel. Well, anyway, Richard finally came back and said they were Reacher worthy. I think he understood that my whole day was going to rest on this subject and he just wanted me to move on. Richard has always been one to catch on quick. He knows I like Reacher and that at least once a day I'm going to mention him in conversation (at least until I finish the books). But now he knows that a Reacher worthy compliment will get me to do just about anything. Example: Later that week he caught me looking at my bottom in my favorite pair of jeans. Of course I asked if they still looked good on me. His response was quick; "Your butt's Reacher worthy. Now lets go!" I thanked him for that later.