I haven't been posting much lately because I have two jobs right now. The details aren't all that interesting. Suffice it to say it's taking a lot of time.
This weekend, I am in Vegas for an industry conference. Earlier today I stopped at the ladies' room where I was approached by a tall blond woman who has been wearing a strange hat and leopard-skin coat all day long (mind you, the rest of us are wearing suits or business casual attire).
"Hi" she says and offers a long arm and even longer hands.
"Hi" I say back and put my hands under the running water.
We start to chat. I really just want to get out of the ladies' but she wants to know what I do and how long I've been working for my company etc. Not only am I in a conference over the weekend--stuck in a dark hotel conference room, but now I have to talk more about work even in the ladies' room. She's nice enough, I tell myself, don't be such a grouch. As is customary, I ask her back what she does. As she opens her mouth it is as if something in her switched and she gives me a perfectly delivered pitch. Perfect as in if you were on a stage and speaking do the deaf. She enunciates each and every word carefully, her mouth does these strange tense things--shaping rounds and lines on her face--and she speaks at about 150% of her speech's volume.
I listen to her and ask questions--realizing I'm exaggerating my own movements as I do so. When we finally say goodbye and I walk out, I have to admit it reminds me a bit of dates where we just try to say who we are so well that it looks a bit like we've put on a costume and a red clown's nose. We may not be as obvious in our practice, but I'm sure sometimes we can't help but sound rehearsed. Which is the death of anything chemistry or romance.
The blond woman gave me her card as I existed the restrooms and pronounced: "email me and we'll stay in touch!!!" But I'm pretty darn sure that biz card is somewhere in a Vegas landfill by now. Who wants to hear that record again.
Yours truly,
Datingirl
