Sorry, just rhyming words these days. Life happens fast to some women. I remember meeting a woman at a planned community in the Mayacamas just north of Napa Valley, and she had an unresolved marriage in Australia and a secret relationship with a woman living in the community. By secret, I mean she wouldn't discuss it with me beyond mentioning its existence. I met her on a night when another fellow was hitting on her at the same time, a married massage therapist who decided on the woman who handled the community's accounting. So she had three involvements when we started to hang out together, but it was a hot springs resort, so all matters are resolved by a good soak. She wasn't around Harbin when I visited the community in early May of this year. I truly wanted to see her, despite the fact that she's totally entangled in previous relationships.
Last night, I took a relative for a low key evening at the Borders Bookstore adjancent to a mall called Great Lakes Crossing. I was reading a comedy book, and my relative was in Chidren's and Young Adult book within whistling distance. I can whistle and my relative knows it means check in with me. Lovely twenty something blonde, around 5' 8" goes parading on by, and I just had to talk to her.
"So what are YOU reading these days. I've just got to know." It worked. We were having a great conversation about why she didn't want to start medical school; she had been accepted. She wasn't so sure she wanted to give up ten more years of her life. She was very smart, able to give all the details of European and British educational system, where people emerge as medical doctors at age 22. My relative walks up and taps my shoulder from behind, and so I introduce her to T, the reluctant med student. T and my relative start talking, T asking my relative about plans to become a medical professional. I just didn't know how to bow out of the conversation. After all, I wasn't going to ask T for a phone number in front of my relative. So I just did what the British do. Make eye contact and smile broadly. It worked, and my relative didn't mention a word about the conversation later. I guess its okay to speak to single, nice woman when my relative is around. Maybe it shows her how a man speaks respectfully and entertainingly to a woman when he shows interest.
I don't know Dr. K. Speaking terms are nice, but there's probably half of Nebraska, half of the female half, that is waiting to talk to you. Why not give them the chance? Say hello. Ask about the weather. I hear, "Did you know Elvis is dead?" is a good, all-purpose opener. After all, wouldn't you prefer a woman with only one neat, kitty-litter-box using cat?
Wilbo
Making the Home Safe for Felines
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