The Awkward Pick Up
An interesting event happened to me last night that changed
me in a deep and profound way for many minutes thereafter.
Last night I was sitting alone reading a book at a Latin culture
event I was attending.
As I was sitting and reading my book, a beautiful woman kept
looking at me from across the room. Of course I was flattered and gave her a
smile back. Although, I didn’t speak her native language, I was pretty sure as
to what was being communicated between us.
She started walking over to me, and it was just like
something out of a movie. Time seemed to stand still as her hair billowed in the
cooling breeze of the air compressor I was sitting on.
Her lips parted and she spoke, “Hi my name is Carmen. I hope
this isn’t awkward, and I never do this, but I was wondering if you would like
to...
She paused.
My thoughts raced, "Like to? You would like to what? Have my number? Bear my children? Slow dance to the gentle purr of the air compressor? What?"
To which I
responded, “I would love to go out with you. Wait. What? Your mom? Whaaaa?”
Really? Really.
I just stood there in silence, and told her I would have to think about it. I think my reaction must have been a
physical manifestation of the air escaping from a birthday balloon.
What the heck people? I know I may not look like
a twenty year old, but I know for darn sure,
I am not to a point where I look like I should be set up with someone’s mom.
Right?
Right?
OK,Your silence is deafening.
It doesn’t matter what you think, I am still
confident in my ability to attract people of my same age group.
This whole event has made me really made me rethink what kind of a vibe I am sending out to people. Maybe wearing a cardigan and smoking a pipe is not appropriate attire for my men in my age group.
I may need to pick up a bottle of Oil of Olay
and Spanx on my way home tonight.
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