When I was 16 or so, my friend's mom took me, her two teenage daughters, and a single friend with her teenage daughter, out to dinner at a western-themed restaurant including live actors. As we sat together, enjoying our meal, and watching pretend cowboys shoot at each other, a few of the college-age cowboys came to our table and began to chat with us. They would stop by and visit every few minutes, but when it came time to leave, one of them ran out into the parking lot after us.
"Wait. Wait, Miss, I have to tell you something."
We all turned around to look, wondering which of the Ms.'s he was addressing. He walked up to us and stepped in front of the only Mrs. in the bunch and said, "I just need to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met."
Flattering.
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While in the most po-dunk town in the most po-dunk state in the entire continental United States, I was walking toward my minivan, parked next to the interstate. A a truck full of construction workers drove by. The one in the passenger seat leaned out the window, waving his arm yelling, "He-ey!!!" while another howled, "Ow! Ow!" and the driver grumbled, "Yah!"
Not flattering.
I mean, come on! They didn't even use real words. {pout}
3 comments:
hey I get that all the time, but you know what the trick is? You have to be an avid pedestrian. You were just walking to your van, now imagine if you walked 4 mile routes to school...every....single....day
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I think being in a very rural part of the country AND being the only woman in sight had a lot to do with it.
Nothin' like having your mother picked up on by a guy closer to you age than hers...
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