Happy Monday! I can't believe it's June already. This year is flying by!
Now if it would just get HOT outside I'd be all good! :-)
I'm tired today y'all. I got in from Philly late last night and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I woke this morning wishing for at least one more hour. I was hoping there was someone I could reach out to to guest blog for me today (Craig has been MIA) because my brain wasn't functioning...still kinda isn't. I didn't have one thought about what I could blog about today...
...until...
I get on the train.
I turn on my iPod and close my eyes so that I can rest...and get "Blame it on the Alcohol" out of my head. They always seem to play that song on the radio right before I leave the house.
Anyway, I'm sitting there...and you know how you can just "feel" someone looking at you? I open my eyes and look up. A woman is standing right in front of me staring me in my face. She's probably in her late 20's, with somewhat Latin features and bright eyes. Pretty girl. She's probably about my height, although I couldn't really tell because I was sitting down and she was standing up. She was dressed in "work clothes" - slacks, denim jacket, sandals. She kinda looked like...me....only with more fair skin.
I turn away from her glance - figured she just zoned out and I caught her looking. But when I turned back, she was still in my grill. Not really sure what to do, I grinned at her.
She says something...her lips are moving. She's talking to me.
"Excuse me?" I say since I had my music on. I turn down the volume but I don't take the earbuds out. I'm thinking to myself, "maybe I have something in my nose." :)
"Your nose is peeling," she says.
I tell her I know, that I got sunburned on my nose while I was on vacation. She asks where I went and I tell her. She proceeds to tell me that she's half Dominican and half Black.
That's nice.
So now she wants to strike up a conversation and I suddenly wished I had kept my eyes closed.
She tells me how nice my skin looks, asked me if I was a Latina, asked if I had fun, etc. I answer all her questions and thank her for the compliment.
"Beautiful smile you have," she says.
"Thanks."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
...huh?
"Uh...no."
"Shame."
...okay...this is weird.
The seat next to me opens up and she sits down. We suddenly have the attention of two guys standing to the side of me. Great.
"Would you like to hang out with me sometime?" she asks.
I have no idea what to say. I pretend like I don't hear her and the two guys are eyeballing me something fierce. I feel my face getting hot.
I guess she senses my uneasiness.
"I'm not a lesbian," she says laughing. The 2 guys look disappointed.
Up until that moment, I hadn’t assumed that she was, but I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to say at this point. I thought she might be embarrassed in retrospect by her bluntness and decided to try to defuse it with laughter.
"Neither am I," I say with a smile.
She then asks me, "do I look like one?"
What the hell? I guess I could have said that she didn't look like one - but is that a compliment? What do lesbians look like? I could have said "no, you don't look like a bull dyke"...but that's not right...right?
I just tell her that any woman could be a lesbian, that they don't have a "look." Although now I'm beginning to wonder if I have a "look" since I seem to get hit on by women more than any other woman I know.
My stop comes and I get up.
"So this is you..?" she says as I gather my bag.
"Yep!"
"So, can I get your number?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. You have a great Monday though."
She smiles and waves to me as I get off. The two guys smile and wave too, and they laugh and joke to themselves - something about "that is the best way to start off a Monday morning." They got jokes.
Oddly enough, I don't really feel totally weirded out by the whole thing. I think I was actually a bit flattered, even though she said she wasn't a lesbian. Whatever she was, she wasn't embarrassed, I wasn't embarrassed for her, and I'm not really sure I should have been. There are worse ways to get shut down, and I've been approached by WAY worse.
I'm a block away from work and a guy who works at the florist across the street yells out to me, "hey brown sugar, looking good!"
I smile and yell back "thank you!" I got compliments from a girl AND a guy this morning...and I'm smiling :) Guess that means I got it :) What a way to start off a Monday morning indeed :-)
-b
