At long last……..
—“Hooray, hooray, hooray,” I said to myself. “You mean I’m actually gonna be able to talk with ****** ****?”
I said something to her during our aquacise class — she leads it — hoping we might be able to talk after class.
Class ended our eyes met, she smiled at me, and “what’s up?”
WOW! It was her starting our conversation, instead of my feeble attempts at interrupting, or a manufactured opening.
I don’t think she tries to avoid me, although maybe she does. But I never get to talk to her.
That’s because she’s an instructor, often busy with a client; unlike most of the other lady-friends I cultivated since my wife died.
Those lady-friends counter my early childhood when I was told “no pretty lady will ever talk to you!”
And unfortunately ****** **** was first, or most likely first, to counter “no pretty lady will ever smile at you!”
She smiled at me. That was long ago, and I blew it all wrong.
No idea how to deal with ladies who attract me; I had been scared of females all my life.
Another lady-friend told me “just because a lady smiles at you, doesn’t mean she’s interested in you.”
And that wasn’t a push-off; she was recounting how things were 20 years ago when she was dating.
My conversation was milquetoast. ****** **** posted something to her Facebook — we’re FB “friends” — about Winnie-the-Pooh.
I noted part of a Canandaigua rail-trail had a surfeit of Pooh paraphernalia. She knew of it.
****** **** and I are worlds apart. But we have a few similarities. I guess we’re both health nuts. I’ve stolen food advice from her.
Plus every once in a while she posts something on her Facebook that gets my attention.
“Ya mean we gotta have a pandemic to be able to talk?” I’d say.
Probably only a minute, but that’s way more pleasant than 10 seconds of my fumbling.
But ****** **** is always special. If not first, she was among the first, who countered my being marked for life.
I said something to her during our aquacise class — she leads it — hoping we might be able to talk after class.
Class ended our eyes met, she smiled at me, and “what’s up?”
WOW! It was her starting our conversation, instead of my feeble attempts at interrupting, or a manufactured opening.
I don’t think she tries to avoid me, although maybe she does. But I never get to talk to her.
That’s because she’s an instructor, often busy with a client; unlike most of the other lady-friends I cultivated since my wife died.
Those lady-friends counter my early childhood when I was told “no pretty lady will ever talk to you!”
And unfortunately ****** **** was first, or most likely first, to counter “no pretty lady will ever smile at you!”
She smiled at me. That was long ago, and I blew it all wrong.
No idea how to deal with ladies who attract me; I had been scared of females all my life.
Another lady-friend told me “just because a lady smiles at you, doesn’t mean she’s interested in you.”
And that wasn’t a push-off; she was recounting how things were 20 years ago when she was dating.
My conversation was milquetoast. ****** **** posted something to her Facebook — we’re FB “friends” — about Winnie-the-Pooh.
I noted part of a Canandaigua rail-trail had a surfeit of Pooh paraphernalia. She knew of it.
****** **** and I are worlds apart. But we have a few similarities. I guess we’re both health nuts. I’ve stolen food advice from her.
Plus every once in a while she posts something on her Facebook that gets my attention.
“Ya mean we gotta have a pandemic to be able to talk?” I’d say.
Probably only a minute, but that’s way more pleasant than 10 seconds of my fumbling.
But ****** **** is always special. If not first, she was among the first, who countered my being marked for life.
• I do aquatic balance-training in the Canandaigua YMCA’s swimming-pool, currently one class per week — almost an hour — less than usual due to COVID-19.
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posted by BobbaLew at 2:50 PM
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So not marked - this time of life
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