At my regular biweekly nail appointment this afternoon, my nail tech told me I have a "secret admirer" -- another one of her (female) clients, who has seen me in the salon, wants to meet for a blind date. This mystery lady is serious enough about it that, knowing today was my regular time for an appointment, she called our nail tech earlier in the day to make sure she would mention it to me.
Since I only go fully dressed to the salon, but do not hide that I am male, she obvously has at least no superficial problems with my presentation. Whether she wants a long-term relationship with a guy in heels is an unknown, of course.
I've been racking my brain to imagine which of the dozens of women I have seen at the salon may be the one, but I really have no idea, and I don't know any of them well -- a few by name, but mostly just a face I see as we are crossing paths to and from our appointments. I asked for some clues, but the two sisters who own the salon were tight lipped -- I don't know if she's old or young or rich or poor or of what race or anything (the salon caters to a mainly African-American clientele) -- I was only told she is "not ugly or anything."
What I find most interesting about this is my own reaction to it -- I feel excited by the prospect and as if a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders about the way I present myself. I, of course, said as casually as possible that yes, I would be interested in meeting and finding out who it is.
We're both invited to the salon's Thanksgiving party on Thursday, so maybe I'll find out then. I'm really looking forward to it (although I have been around enough to have a realistic notion of how often blind dates actually work out). Just to have the acknowledgment that somebody finds me interesting when dressed is a big boost, though!
- Diane
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