I don’t know anyone around here, and my chance of meeting any interesting men is zero.
WRONG!
But I blew it.
I’m standing in the line at ShopRite, and behind me is a tall, gray-haired, slim guy who starts talking to me.
“Ah, watermelon,” he says, glancing in my shopping cart. “You know it’s summer when there’s watermelon.”
And so the conversation starts. I find out that he’s cooking for sixteen people this weekend — chicken on the BBQ, peas and chopped shallot salad, asparagus and procuitto, three bean salad. He loves to cook. He comments on the good stuff I have in my cart, we both have grandchildren, he’s single (he works that in very subtly). He’s SINGLE. I think he leaves me an opening to invite myself to dinner, but I don’t pick it up and run with it.
What’s the matter with me!!
I get out to the parking lot and pack my car with my groceries. I get in and take out of my wallet my weblog “business card.” I drive around the parking lot to see if I can catch up with him — good excuse: I’m always looking for readers for my weblog.
No dice.
I blew it. I am such an idiot.
That snake is living right under my doorstep — scared him/her out when I left to go grocery shopping. Lithuanian folklore says that snakes under your doorstep are good luck.
I blew it.