Yep, that about sums it up for me.
The other day at the market, I saw a woman struggling to get some boxes of Jell-O off the shelf. I asked her if she needed any help. No, she didn’t but she told me about her recent stay at the hospital, showed me the bruises on her hands and arms from a fall, and mentioned her heart issues. She ended up in the hospital because her husband, while trying to help with the Christmas decorations, left some boxes in her way and she fell. Hence the bruises. Two weeks ago she had something done to her heart. She’s going to be 80 years old on her next birthday.
Do I know this woman? No. I just offered to help get some tiny boxes off the shelf for her.
A few minutes later I was standing in the pasta aisle deciding if I wanted traditional spaghetti sauce or roasted garlic with onions sauce when someone tapped me on the shoulder. This time it was an older gentleman who told me I was cute and looked like Little Red Riding hood in my red winter coat with a hood.
I thanked him. What else was I supposed to do?
Anyway he proceeded to talk to me for an additional ten minutes. He’s 72, his wife passed away in April. He has two daughters, one 43 and one 45 years old, and nine year-old twin granddaughters. He guessed my age as 15 years younger than I am. His cat is named Muffin. He was having dinner with his 91 year-old mother-in-law that evening. The menu consisted of spaghetti, salad, and homemade blueberry pie. He even asked if I wanted to join them for dinner. I learned who he voted for in the last election. He even told me his password to get on the Internet.
Did I accept the dinner invitation? He seemed very nice but no, I’m happily married and told him Mr. Aitch and I had dinner plans. Did I even know this man? Again, no.
I learned more about him and his family in ten minutes than I know about some people I’ve worked with for over five years!
Why can’t some hottie tell me I look cute? And can a woman over 21 still be “cute”?