Monday, January 30, 2012
Never met a stranger is something I usually say to my husband. He can talk to and make friends with just about anyone. Whether he is talking about cars or football, he can start a conversation no matter the situation. In the 28 years we've been together I haven't been able to master this skill. I think part of it has to do with thinking that people are judging me based on my weight.
I can start conversations with complete strangers upon occasion and I'm quite proud of myself when I do. Last night we went to the movies. After the movie I was waiting for my husband in the lobby. I was watching some kids doing a race car game and wondering if I was too old to do it.
As I was watching two ladies came up behind me and were making comments about the game next to the race car game. I half way turned to them and made a funny comment about the game. They both laughed and we continued talking. When I finally turned to looked at them completely, I realized one of the ladies was someone I've known for most of my life. I wasn't wearing my glasses so she looked rather blurry to me. I recognized her voice before I recognized her. We talked for a few minutes before going out own way. As I was walking away, I was thinking about having talked to a stranger. Well, in this case I didn't meet a stranger.