I used to think I had class. May not have been high class, but I could get by and fit in with almost anyone any where. Now I have had occasion to rethink the whole class thing. I was having coffee with a friend the other day when I first began thinking maybe I was not on the same level as he was. Granted he came from Denver via San Francisco via Philadelphia, drives a Lexus and actually owns a camel hair jacket of some sort or another. Maybe it was a blazer. We were discussing a play he had seen and as I sat there I watched him as he described having gone to the theater. Theater. I had at one time watched a movie. The fact that I could not recall what it was about when it was over should have been the first clue. "Shall we go to the theater?" is a far cry from "Want to catch a movie?" or "There is a play at the Impossible Players tonight". Theater denotes that I will be wearing a dress of some sort and will behave in a civilized manner. Movie would be jeans and tennies. Play means we are going to eat before we go!
Just as "dinner engagement" is the direct opposite of "What's for supper?" so "Brunch" is to "early lunch or late breakfast." As I sat there engaged in this one sided conversation, my mind began to slowly point out the differences in our two worlds. He talks in a quiet, well enunciated, sedate voice. If something is funny, he laughs softly or smiles to himself. I am more middle of the road, well more clear the hell and gone over there in the ditch. I have been known to throw my head back and laugh very loudly if something is funny. That is not done in polite society. I usually kick my shoes off at the front door. He wears his even when he is home alone. His hands are very soft and white. His nails are manicured. My hands are calloused. The majority of my nails are out of the quick, and no two are the same length. His hair is pulled back and I think he just got in from the stylist. No two hairs in my head go the same direction. He will open the door for me and all I have to do is stand and smile at him, but I don't feel like playing the game today. I am out of there.
Now I should make a note here that this was not our first cup of coffee. We had, in fact been to lunch a couple times and gone for a drive in the mountains. He seemed to have the sense of humor that is necessary to me. He is financially secure, which is also important. This was not my first rodeo, but it may have been his. Remember when I said I was going to do the dating thing this year? Well, this was a feeble attempt at getting started on that road. So in my typical fashion I have interviewed and discarded one of the male species. I have decided that since I really do not care if I have one in my life on a permanent basis that I can afford to be very picky. I am just afraid that by being a woman who does not care if she has a man, it is like waving a red flag at one of them.
So, while this particular SWM and I had several good days over a three week period together I fear that this is not the one for me. Oh, I fully intend to "see" him on occasion and we will talk on the phone from time to time. He is a very interesting man, but way out of my comfort level for someone I want to introduce to my kids. I am pretty sure he is not the one that will bait my hook when we go fishing, if we were to go fishing. Doesn't strike me as anyone who could gut a fish either. Although in all fairness he did listen attentively while I described the process to him. I know he was attentive, because he did not blink one time. Course shock has much the same reaction. Hmmmmmmmmmmm?
So back to the drawing board for the dating thing.
Just as "dinner engagement" is the direct opposite of "What's for supper?" so "Brunch" is to "early lunch or late breakfast." As I sat there engaged in this one sided conversation, my mind began to slowly point out the differences in our two worlds. He talks in a quiet, well enunciated, sedate voice. If something is funny, he laughs softly or smiles to himself. I am more middle of the road, well more clear the hell and gone over there in the ditch. I have been known to throw my head back and laugh very loudly if something is funny. That is not done in polite society. I usually kick my shoes off at the front door. He wears his even when he is home alone. His hands are very soft and white. His nails are manicured. My hands are calloused. The majority of my nails are out of the quick, and no two are the same length. His hair is pulled back and I think he just got in from the stylist. No two hairs in my head go the same direction. He will open the door for me and all I have to do is stand and smile at him, but I don't feel like playing the game today. I am out of there.
Now I should make a note here that this was not our first cup of coffee. We had, in fact been to lunch a couple times and gone for a drive in the mountains. He seemed to have the sense of humor that is necessary to me. He is financially secure, which is also important. This was not my first rodeo, but it may have been his. Remember when I said I was going to do the dating thing this year? Well, this was a feeble attempt at getting started on that road. So in my typical fashion I have interviewed and discarded one of the male species. I have decided that since I really do not care if I have one in my life on a permanent basis that I can afford to be very picky. I am just afraid that by being a woman who does not care if she has a man, it is like waving a red flag at one of them.
So, while this particular SWM and I had several good days over a three week period together I fear that this is not the one for me. Oh, I fully intend to "see" him on occasion and we will talk on the phone from time to time. He is a very interesting man, but way out of my comfort level for someone I want to introduce to my kids. I am pretty sure he is not the one that will bait my hook when we go fishing, if we were to go fishing. Doesn't strike me as anyone who could gut a fish either. Although in all fairness he did listen attentively while I described the process to him. I know he was attentive, because he did not blink one time. Course shock has much the same reaction. Hmmmmmmmmmmm?
So back to the drawing board for the dating thing.
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