"Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail..."
.................... -- The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service
I was at a large social event tonight. I'd been chatting in a side room with a group of women.
As we came out one of the guys across the larger room saw me, mostly from the neck up, looked straight at me and yelled "David [lastname]! I haven't seen you in years!"
I still haven't learned to just turn and look like I'm looking to see who he is looking at.
Instead I had about 100 eyes focused on me! Including those of one of the women I'd been talking to as another woman moments before!
After a few moments of awkward silence punctuatd by a few giggles he managed to say something else and the group's attention returned to him.
A while later I walked over to his side of the room. He hugged me and said, "I'm so sorry, I knew I'd blown it as the words were leaving my mouth. Forgive me."
Well, with the damage done, what could I say? After all, he'd only blown my life in front of the entire group. So I smiled and said, "Yeah, a few things have changed over the years."
"That's for certain!" he said.
We chatted for another moment and I handed him my new female business card. He looked at it and said, "I'll email you. I'm really sorry."
The crowd in the room was starting to press around him again (he's kind of a famous guy) and I wandered off to other areas.
"Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail..."
.................... -- The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service
Hugs,
Persephone.