10-31-2012, 11:58 AM
At my younger son's Halloween Parade today, I got there an hour early, and sat down on a cement planter box to read a book on the Kindle app in my cell phone and keep up with my work email on my work phone.
A pretty woman sat down at the other end of the planter, and started using all the textbook ways of getting my attention: flipping her long brown hair, sighing heavily while checking her phone, and looking over at me to see if I noticed. I could see all this going on in my peripheral vision, but I was reading a book, which felt more important at the time.
Eventually she asks, "Do you know if they do everything in the [quad] here?"
"They do. Is this your first year at this school?" I replied
"No, just the first year I've been able to get off for the Parade."
The conversation faltered, and she called someone, asking them to bring warmer clothes for her daughter because she would be cold later, and she mentioned she was sitting near the classroom.
After her call, I asked if her daughter was in my son's class, and she said she's in a different class but the same age. She said something about kids these days being stubborn, "...or maybe it's just girls." I shared a little about my boys being stubborn, and she asked about my kids. I gave the stats, and she mentioned having a 16yo daughter, too. I laughed, and asked if Daddy has a shotgun already.
"Well, her dad is a retard, but I feel sorry for my boyfriend. He's got a 9yo daughter, so he's the only guy in a house full of women." I laughed and said, "Estrogen poisoning is deadly: I hope he has a hobby."
The kids were starting to come out of their classrooms, and she pointed her daughter out. I said, "She'll be fine. Look, she has leg warmers on." which got a good laugh from her. "We'd better go get closer to the quad so we can see." and I got up and walked away. She stood about 5' away from me when we first settled into our places, and I moved on in a few minutes when my son's classroom set up in a different spot than I expected.
It was a fun little chat. She seemed interested in me, based on her IOI's: playing with her hair, eye contact, and the way she worked to keep the conversation going. I really enjoyed it because I was really present for it. My enjoyment was outcome independent, and I had no goal in mind. I was just chatting with a pretty woman, going through a couple of the opening moves in a linguistic dance, and walking away feeling refreshed afterwards.
Also, my kid was cute as hell. He boogied a bit to Party Rock Anthem, which was fun to watch.
A pretty woman sat down at the other end of the planter, and started using all the textbook ways of getting my attention: flipping her long brown hair, sighing heavily while checking her phone, and looking over at me to see if I noticed. I could see all this going on in my peripheral vision, but I was reading a book, which felt more important at the time.
Eventually she asks, "Do you know if they do everything in the [quad] here?"
"They do. Is this your first year at this school?" I replied
"No, just the first year I've been able to get off for the Parade."
The conversation faltered, and she called someone, asking them to bring warmer clothes for her daughter because she would be cold later, and she mentioned she was sitting near the classroom.
After her call, I asked if her daughter was in my son's class, and she said she's in a different class but the same age. She said something about kids these days being stubborn, "...or maybe it's just girls." I shared a little about my boys being stubborn, and she asked about my kids. I gave the stats, and she mentioned having a 16yo daughter, too. I laughed, and asked if Daddy has a shotgun already.
"Well, her dad is a retard, but I feel sorry for my boyfriend. He's got a 9yo daughter, so he's the only guy in a house full of women." I laughed and said, "Estrogen poisoning is deadly: I hope he has a hobby."
The kids were starting to come out of their classrooms, and she pointed her daughter out. I said, "She'll be fine. Look, she has leg warmers on." which got a good laugh from her. "We'd better go get closer to the quad so we can see." and I got up and walked away. She stood about 5' away from me when we first settled into our places, and I moved on in a few minutes when my son's classroom set up in a different spot than I expected.
It was a fun little chat. She seemed interested in me, based on her IOI's: playing with her hair, eye contact, and the way she worked to keep the conversation going. I really enjoyed it because I was really present for it. My enjoyment was outcome independent, and I had no goal in mind. I was just chatting with a pretty woman, going through a couple of the opening moves in a linguistic dance, and walking away feeling refreshed afterwards.
Also, my kid was cute as hell. He boogied a bit to Party Rock Anthem, which was fun to watch.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
