26 July 2012

Paper Trail

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!

Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.