rejection….
A few weekends ago I went to Target to waste time..check things out….and of course drop my normal $60 on something I didn’t need before I went in there. Upon arriving I decided to get a soda and a pretzel for a quick snack, since their snack bar is uber cheap.
*As an aside to this normally scheduled blog post. Does anyone else remember the snack bar that used to be at Hills, K-mart or some such store. (Hill’s stores are in the North..) where they had the tall chrome snack bar stools and food was served via a lunch tray? I remember fondly going into some such store as a child and loving that snack bar.
After ordering my pretzel and drink I walked over to the self serve soda fountain and was filling up my cup. Some woman that was sitting down commented to me about my hairstyle. She said she loved it and that it was cut perfectly and the color was spot on. I get this comment a lot. I cannot take credit for this commentary because it all goes to my hairdresser Becca. I love Becca in a non physical way. I have tried several times to take a photo of my hairstyle and it’s damn near impossible to do myself. Perhaps one day I’ll ask Rick to take a picture of my hair. Suffice it say it is not at all the reverse mullet that Kate Gosselin sports.
So…this woman compliments the hair, she has lovely hair too, we speak for awhile while I stand up 2 feet away from her at the soda machine and then I ended up sitting next to this woman who complimented my hair. I then somehow ended up sitting there for 2+ hours chatting and bullshitting with this woman as though I knew her all my life. She too had the “struggle with weight issues” and we specifically spoke about this to some length. However, she had a high self esteem like me, and we chatted cheerfully about how other people perceive us, etc. 2+ hours I talked to this woman and for the life of me now I cannot recall her name, Laverne, Lorraine…it was a pretty L name of some type. Towards the end of our delightfully unexpected connection she asked for my email address. I gave this woman my email address and my cellphone number.
It has been weeks and she has not called.
I want to know how she is. Whatever happened with that man she was interested in. If he accepted her date proposal. I want to know how she is. Where she is?? You know you reach a certain age…your kids are grown and have their own friends and then outside of coworkers and long existing friendships..it’s darn near impossible to meet new friends unless you join some friend finder organization (ha! Do those exist?) I rather liked this woman, we got along and laughed a lot. So I want to know…..what’s going on in her world now.
And more importantly I really want to know…
Why didn’t she call me? Why didn’t she email…I mean emailing is non-threatening. What’s wrong with me?
This isn’t quite the exact same, but whenever a random guy gave me his phone number while I was single I never called him. Not necessarily because I wasn’t interested (although most of the time I wasn’t) but because I didn’t know what to say. “Hi, this is the girl you gave your number to at the bar. Oh what girl? The blond one. What blond one? The tall one.” I didn’t want anything weird like that, so I never called. Even though this isn’t a date situation, maybe she felt the same way and didn’t quite know what to say?
Maybe she lost the number? I put stuff in my pockets and then I find them in the dryer lint trap all in tatters.