Fun and Funny...

Amber and I had a great time last weekend. We ate, talked, relaxed, laughed, went to restaurants, the mall, book stores, and ate some more. We were old ladies in the sense that we watched the food network and home and garden, read books, and tried a few recipes. We both love watching Run's House. It was fun. She is my oldest friend, and it was so good to see each other.

Yesterday, I had so-o-o much fun. I went to a softball game. I went to a Bobcats and Wizards game (Gilbert Arenas =), ok let me stop) last fall, but it's been a while since I 've been to an outdoor sporting event. The game was intense: it rained, a verbal altercation, a loosing teams first win of the season, and the teams played with heart. Did I say it rained? I didn't even care that may hair and clothes were wet. I was having fun. Plus I got to meet some new people. Sometimes we let little things like keeping our hair style prevent us from having fun or swimming (my people, my people). Life is too short. Have fun!

Last week I had the pleasure of being hit on by two men. One appeared to be in his 60s and the other was 47. Number one approached me in Wal-mart saying he had seen me before. He asked if I was married. When I said no he asked if he could take me out. I declined. Then he said he was looking for a FRIEND. I said I wasn't interested. Inside I felt embarrassed. There were people watching this foolishness. Number two also said he saw me before. I was very uncomfortable, so I started answering his questions as "yes Sir" and "no Sir" so he would get the hint that I noticed there was an age difference, and I was not into him. He told me not to call him Sir because he was only 47. I looked at his hand and saw a ring. He gave me his card and told me to call him sometime. Once again, I was embarrassed. With number 2 my stomach was in knots. I felt that there was just something perverse about this man. Later the self conscious part of me wanted to know if there was something that I was putting out that made these creepy men think it was okay to approach me. I was actually saddened. A friend told me to calm down. She explained that I appear soft, quiet, and nice, and perverse people see that as a weakness and as someone they can take advantage of. She said of course they would have been surprised that I'm really not quiet, but that's all it is. I understand, and I will not trade in my gentleness, but it made me think of all the women and men who act hard, but really aren't, because they fear being taken advantage of. I also thought about how so many times we know that something just isn't quite right about a person, but we date that person, marry that person, let that person around our children, or do business with that person. We have to trust our God given instincts.