Monday, March 7, 2011
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious...He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. " ~ Albert Einstein
We all need to be told we are beautiful once in a while - even if it is by a drunk guy...
Let me preface this a little bit...we went out Friday night. Girls night out. Whoohoo! One of my bestest (my mom's word) friends from High School, Pat, was celebrating her birthday. We had several guys show up as well. Pat's handsome man, some of his good friends, boyfriends/husbands of other girls. The ones that were there were the "cool" guys - those guys that I only met through having a cool friend like Patty (sorry girl, but that's how I still think of you...). I was just not quite that cool in school. Band geek. Smart kid. Not too nerdy, but too awkward to truly pull off cool.
But that's what friends are for, right? I was one of those people that was friends with everyone. Every clique. I didn't fit in with any of them, but they all accepted me. The cheerleaders, the rockers, the cool kids.... But as for dating, that kind of guy would never look twice at me. I blended in too much for that.
Well, at the party, I walk in and all of the seats near Pat are taken. There's this amazingly cute guy at the end of the table. Of course there is nowhere to sit but at the other end of the table. I go to walk towards an open seat and cute guy tells me to hold on. He moves everyone over and gets me an extra seat right next to him. Then we proceed to have this amazing conversation. I'm thinking "this is too good to be true." This is me, of course. 1) Cute guys don't just talk to me out of the blue, and 2) they are never interested in ME. He even says he doesn't understand the connection he feels towards me seeing that we just met. Then in the next breath, he says "that's what drew me to my lovely wife...she made me feel so comfortable with her." Ta-da. There it is. Just like I said, too good to be true. But hey - I made an incredible new friend with a really cool guy who just happens to be totally in love with his wife. That's OK. Gives me hope that love is still out there... :)
Well, cute guy takes off. A few minutes later, someone spills their beer right behind me. Being the soccer mom that I am, I jump up with napkins and help clean it. This guy starts laughing at me. I tell him that with three kids, it's just a habit. He still thinks it's funny. Introduces himself. Laughs as sit back down. A slow song comes on. He comes over and asks me to dance. OK. Well, I'm not a very good dancer, but it's a slow song. I can handle this.
We go out to the floor. He proceeds to tell me that he watched me get passed by all night and I was simply too beautiful to sit on the sidelines. Ahhh. See - chivalry is not dead. It's simply hiding behind a bottle of Blue Moon. Then, he points over at the table and tells me about his beautiful wife that he's known since fourth grade. Yep, it's there again. The wife. Oh well. He made me smile. I told him that "actually, I wasn't passed up by the guys since they were all taken, but it was really sweet anyways".
So, I'm still not quite the cool girl. But I'm getting there. Very happy with the person I have become. OK with being at a party without a date at the moment. Comfortable enough to talk to an amazing guy and dance with another one. And I'm beautiful - Mike said so!