It was after a run the other day and I was hungry so I decided to grab some lunch at a nearby cafeteria where they make some mad good bocadillos and I have a good looking waiter friend who likes to hit on me. I placed my order and sat down alone (sigh, I get so lonely when I have to eat solo), my waiter friend was not working today. Sometimes when I am in public places by myself, I intentionally TRY to make my self noticed noticibly solo, that way if a friendly (but not creepy) stranger walks by alone seeming to be in need of company, we are but a perfect match. In a way its kind of like fishing. Only for people. And not to eat.
Im getting pretty good at it. Today I caught an old lady while waiting for my food at the cafeteria. She was walking alone with her cane and carrying a big antique looking red-plaid luggage bag. She was wearing those big, heavy earrings that make old ladies´ ear lobes droop to their shoulders when they wear them. I was sitting by myself at a table set for four and all the others were occupied, so it was pretty clear that she had limited options, but I snatched her eye contact and reeled her in. She asked me if she could sit and of course I said yes. Old people are my favorite because they can carry on a good conversation and you can learn alot from them; they always have interesting things to tell you about their past, or good words of advice that you actually think about and use later in life.
She was from the northern part of Belgium and had come here for the winter months, like she does every year. Her husband isnt alive anymore and I felt kind of bad for her that she passes the holidays here on the islands without family and living alone, though she has friends here and can speak Spanish.
We talked about my exchange, she told me her granddaughter will be doing the same this coming year; then, we talked about fat people and how many chubby tourists there are and how in America its much worse and how we eat too much there and how we should eat and how its ironic because the food there is so bad and how much I am going to miss the incredible Spanish grub. We complained about the service being slow that day. Surely it was because my waiter friend was not working.
I finally got my bill and she her coffee and I went on my way with that good wholesome feeling that you get after you have been with old people. ; )
January 28, 2008 at 5:08 pm
I always liked older women to be friends with. When I was in the age of 10, I became very much interested making friends with old women. Because they looks gradmas and also as a friend.