I've been following a blog about Friendship. Which is interesting and timely because I too am looking for similar interest Friends in a new city (okay I've been here two years).
On Thursday night we went to a George Thorogood concert. I had to protect Hubby from cougar attacks! We were pretty much the youngest ones in there by about 20 years. But, wait! Maybe not!
We had moved up to the standing area in front of the stage because the sound quality at the table had left much to be desired. We are rocking out with a bunch of 40+ when I look over and I see us. No, I was not standing in front of a mirror. Standing smack dab next to us in a sea of babyboomers was our identical selves.
Well, not quite identical. But close enough to point it out to Hubby who then said, "them? ya I know."
Her: a curvaceous brunette with thick and luscious hair. Somewhat exotic looking and wearing a blue flowy shirt. She was wearing jeans and flip flops (I had pulled my flipflops out as we were about to leave the house and been given a fatherly look by Hubby. "Flipflops at a concert are not a good choice."). She had on a chunky ring and a brownish casual purse slung across her chest. She was casually bobbing her head to the music.
Him: tall and lean, one of the most underdressed in the place, wearing a black hoodie (it was a nice warm evening), a baseball hat and jeans. He had a scruffy face and obviously was not a fan of the razor.
They were a pretty nice looking couple, probably a few years younger than us, definitelya few years younger than Arne.
After the show, I followed them out. They probably thought, why is this weirdo chick - who doesn't look anything like us - following us? But I really wanted to point out to them that they were us. I even contemplated taking my hair out of its updo (updo - ha!) so the similarities would be more obvious. So I followed them outside. Hey, if they look like us, maybe they are like us too! Too bad I didn't have a business card to slip them!
So as I not-so-casually chased them outside, I was convincing myself of our soul-mate-friendship potential. But when I spotted them standing in front of the hotel, he was just lighting up a cigarette. And all my friendship dreams crumbled in front of my eyes.
Apparently, they are not us.
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Thanks so much for the blog shoutout! If it makes you feel any better, our three-year anniversary of living in Chicago is next week, so you're early in.
ReplyDeleteI love this story and COMPLETELY can relate. I stare down potential friends, looking for my in. Chasing them out of a parking lot is well within the realm of acceptable behavior, I'd say. And also know that feeling of "wait, what're they doing? Oh, never mind. not our type." It's a heartbreaker...