current state of mind: mildly amused
Sacrifice your dignity
And forfeit your regrets
It's a brand new day
Let's wash our hands of this
~ “This is Goodbye” by Honestly
Yesterday I
found myself in the middle of a Match.com event. Firstly, I am NOT on
Match.com. Secondly, I was actually there to drink a glass of wine, enjoy some
delicious Margherita Flatbread, listen to some live music, and visit with Ms.
Wine (a dear friend who happens to own the bar). Another woman (Ms. CSW) was there
for the same reason. So, she and I sat at the bar chatting while Ms. Wine was doing
her “owner” stuff.
We both found
it interesting to people watch at this type of event. For the first 30 minutes
or so, attendees came in and sat at separate tables. 75% of the people were
playing with their smart phones. Very few people were mingling. It didn’t make
any sense. They pay for the dating site. I think they paid to attend the event.
They were all purportedly single. Why not take a chance? As the evening wore
on, people began to relax (likely due to liquid courage). A few men came up and
talked to Ms. CSW. She was confident and remarkably talented at chit-chat. I
observed, made mental notes, and continued to eat my flatbread pizza.
While I was in mid-bite, a guy ordering a beer looked directly at me and asked, “Did you go to W--?”
I laughed aloud and said, “Um, yeah, almost 20 years ago. Did you?”
He said he
had, and told me his graduation year; 3 years after mine. He let me know that I
had looked familiar and was trying to remember my name. I asked if he was an athlete, since I had
been the sports trainer for most of the sports teams for his class. I imagine
that is how he knows me, though we really never pinpointed it. When he
introduced himself I realized that his older brother was in my class. We hadn’t
been close.
Anyway, “Classof97”
acknowledged that he was here for the event and figured I was not since I was
sitting at the bar, only talking to the staff and Ms. CSW. I wanted to help the
guy out, so I asked what kind of girls he goes for. Here is where the
conversation became a huge source of amusement.
“Well, I go for younger girls usually. I mean, at least 18, I’m not a sicko or anything. Or I go for older girls. Sometimes girls who are in-between.”
I cocked my head to the side and said, “So, let me get this straight. You go for younger girls, older girls, or girls who are in-between?”
He nodded. I
burst out laughing. During the remainder of our conversation, I got caught up
on his family history, the places he’s lived, what he does now, and how it was
a huge boost of confidence when he could claim a 21 year old college girl was
into him recently. Then we began surveying the room and discussed his
preferences. He finished what was left of my flatbread pizza– upon invitation.
I told him to tell his brother ‘hello’ for me and wished him luck on the rest
of his evening. Then, I went home to hang out with Elizabeth and read some “Game
of Thrones” on my Nook.
It was a
nice night.
PERSONAL NOTE: I am looking forward to
seeing you and the girls in less than a month! Woot! Woot!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I think the carrot
is far better than the whip. Thanks for the motivation!
