So, I am going to take a risk and describe an odd encounter I had this weekend.
As I posted before, I went to Pittsburgh this weekend to help my mom. I took her out for coffee Saturday night because she kept asking me if we were supposed to go out and do something else that day. I could not remember any specific thing we had scheduled, but I took her questions as a desire to get out of the house for a bit. We went to the evil corporate coffee bar down the street from her house, which despite its innate evilness, I really secretly like.
She ordered her cafe mocha and I had my cappuccino with a liberal serving of cinnamon sprinkled on top. We sat there for quite a while talking about books, movies, life, etc. when a man approached my mother, pointed to her broken arm, and asked if the other guy looked worse. He was an attractive, middle-aged man, I’m guessing late 40s early 50s, (my mother is nearly 20 years his senior). We all laughed and my mother implied that she pulverized “the other guy” in the mythical fight he was implying she had.
He then talked to both of us jokingly and then went off to his own corner of the coffee shop. I continued having a nice long talk with my mom.
When we got up to leave, he came running across the store. He told us that he is a writer and had been working on an essay. He wanted to know if we would give him our thoughts on what he wrote. My mom interjected, “Oh really! My daughter is a writer!” she exclaimed, pointing at me.
“Well, I’m trying to be one,” I stated shyly, a little embarrassed that my mom overstated my writing career in an overly obvious attempt to get me a date.
We had a brief conversation about my nonexistent writing career and went over to his table to review his essay, which he insisted on reading aloud to us. I would have preferred to read it and give him my comments, but whatever. It was a pretty good essay and I gave him my thoughts. Then we talked about his book. He had a copy of a book with him which he had “compiled.” It’s a book of inspirational quotes. That’s not really my cup of tea, but I do know some people who like that kind of thing.
Throughout this whole encounter, I thought he was flirting with my mom. She is a beautiful woman, but she’s 19 years older than him. Some guys go for that, I guess, but I still found it a little strange. My mom, on the other hand thought he was flirting quite a lot with me. She said it was obvious he was just being nice to her hoping that if he made a good impression on the mom, that would go a long way to getting in with the daughter.
I don’t know. I am not good at knowing when men are flirting with me, mostly because I am not used to it. Nobody really flirted with the fat girl I used to be. Plus, I looked horrible on Saturday. My hair, which I had not washed that day, was pulled up in a pony-tail, and I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I was not wearing appropriate date-finding attire. He did give me an autographed copy of his book. (He did not give one to my mom, a fact she has continually pointed out.) Which makes me pretty sure he was mostly digging for a good rating on Amazon, which let’s face it, I’d do a little bit of flirting myself if I thought someone would read my (nonexistent) book and give me 10 stars on Amazon. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?
Although, he did give me his business card and asked my opinion on where I thought he could send his story to be published. Clearly, this is a sign. OK, maybe not.
Still, it was nice to be flirted with even if just a little bit.