Maybe, envious. In Costco the other day I saw a young attractive woman wearing a white with black accents summer sleeveless dress and heels. She had great poise. She exuded confidence. If I were to give her assign her a number for the most attractive woman I've seen in the last 100, she was number one.
I was envious of the dress. I wish I knew where she bought the dress. If I were a young woman, she would be it.