Thursday, October 25, 2007
Slow Motion
In movies it increases the drama. In football it reverses calls. On dates, it puts women to sleep.
I met up with 'Peter' at a coffee shop in town. We ordered our Pumpkin Spiced Lattes and found a seat near the window. We talked fairly easily for the first few minutes, but it quickly became apparent that I would be the listener (sleeper) in the conversation.
When I asked Peter a simple question about how he met his friends who live in my area (he lives almost an hour away), he said, "Hmmmm. Let's see. (looking up to the ceiling), I met Mike out about a year ago. (index finger tapping chin) Then....I met his girlfriend...aaaaand, then they moved up to Baltimore. Mike actually introduced me tooooo (tapping chin again) Todd and Sam...."
Every time I asked Peter a question, he pondered the answer as if I had asked him the meaning of life. But it was ok. I ended up inventing a little game...counting how long can I nod and say 'mm hmm' without actually speaking. Two minutes, fourteen seconds.
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You're nicer than I am. Think I would have wanted to leave....
Every date is a learning opportunity. In this case, you learned how to count and hold your patience. There's a reason I call dating warfare. Ugh.
just discovered yr blog and i really like it. if you read my posts for january - may you'll find many similar deadly episodes, though from the 60 - 70 age group.
some things never change....
mimi
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