I am now home from a too-long trip to the Portland area. I guess it is a little ironic that pigtails and ponytails have become the center of this blog. (at least for now they have...)
The ponytails that I referred to on my "are you hitting on me" (http://the-anonymous-traveler.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-hitting-on-me.html) entry were attached to M. The ponytails and pigtails for this entry were attached to two others whose names are unknown to me.
As I was in Portland over a weekend, I flew my wife up to join me for wine-tasting and shopping and possibly a trip to the beach. After getting her from the airport and settling in downtown, we decided to walk to a local wine-tasting. less than a block from the hotel, the first person that I saw was a redhead with short ponytails.
My wife and I had a great weekend; I took her to the airport Sunday night and continued to work in Portland for the week. There were no more "pt sightings" during the week but there was at the airport on my way home.
I stopped for coffee and was chatting with two sisters in line. They were wonderfully happy and friendly and headed to a wedding. One had her hair in a short pig-tail. At least she called a pig-tail. This got me thinking about the possible difference between the two. From Answers.Com, ponytails are defined as "A hairstyle in which the hair is held back so as to hang down like a pony's tail..." and pigtails are "A plait of braided hair." I have never been attracted to ponies or pigs so why do I find myself attracted women who wear their hair this way?
Sorry for the short and sweet post but stay tuned for more soon...
Monday, September 22, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
are you hitting on me?
It has been two weeks since I put her in a taxi and sent her to the airport for a red-eye flight back home. But I am a bit ahead of myself. Let me back up and tell you a little story about how we met and the few hours that we spent together.
I was walking back from the conference and, with a nearly dead laptop battery, I needed to get to my room to setup the laptop to be able to join a short telecon. I saw her as I walked through the lounge between the bar and the lobby. Her smile, short blond braids, and beautiful eyes caught my attention.
I got to my room in time, completed the telecon, watched a little of the olympics and was struggling to decide on a place for dinner. After washing up, throwing on a clean shirt, I headed back downstairs.
As I was walking back through the lounge to the bar to get a before dinner drink, I noticed her still sitting in the same place. I decided to say hi. She responded in a simple, warm and friendly way. we exchanged pleasantries and names. there was something about her direct responses that simply drew me to her. I asked her if I could buy her a drink and as it was still very early we settled on diet cokes. We quickly found out that we were both there for the same conference; she was there as a trainer and I was there as an attendee.
As we talked, I was struck by her genuine and direct nature. She looked me straight in the eye and held that glance. she asked meaningful questions and waited patiently for answers. I think that I had already mentioned my kids once or twice, and yes I was wearing my ring, so I assume that she knew that I was probably married but to be honest, I am not sure. She didn't ask. She told me that was traveling home later that night and I explained that i was there for several more days.
I was also getting a bit hungry. While I would normally not ask, because of my comfort with her, I asked if she wanted to join me for dinner. I was headed to LuLu's. I knew the room and the bar and had been there on many previous visits to the city. I was looking forward to it and through that she might like it also. I think that it was around then that she asked me rather of matter-of-factly, "are you hitting on me?"
The conversation changed at that point. A bit flustered by her directness, I stumbled through my initial response. I tried to say "...no, of course not," but I am sure that my response was probably something else. Side bar: someday in the future I would like her to tell me what she heard. She told me that she was waiting on a call from a friend that she planned to meet for dinner. I told her where I would be and if her plans changed that she could/should call. While she offered me her number, I gave her my phone instead.
We talked for just a bit longer and it was then that I came to an interesting question; while I said "no," I wondered why an intelligent, beautiful, and very direct woman of 25 would ask me, "are you hitting on me?" So I tried to tell her in the manner of the coquette that I think that I am, "if I was, she would be the one..." With just a simple handshake I was off.
It was about an hour later, after two glasses of wine and a few appetizers that she called. My hands were shaking. Her friend never showed and she wanted to join me for dinner. I gave her directions and the anticipation of her walking into the restaurant was almost unbearable. I felt like a teenager on an 1st date. at 49, and 18 years with my wife, I have not felt that way in quite awhile. It felt very good. She walked in with a huge smile and we embraced with a brief but warm hug. As she left the bar to wash-up, I got a big smile from the bartender. The excitement of waiting for her to return to the bar was amazing.
We ate, drank and talked for another 2 hours. The conversation just flowed. While not aware of much else around me, I remined her that she needed to catch her red-eye flight. I walked her back to the hotel, she told me her email address, and I put her in the hotel limo for the quick ride to the airport. I have not stopped thinking about her since...
Check back in a few weeks for the next installment...
I was walking back from the conference and, with a nearly dead laptop battery, I needed to get to my room to setup the laptop to be able to join a short telecon. I saw her as I walked through the lounge between the bar and the lobby. Her smile, short blond braids, and beautiful eyes caught my attention.
I got to my room in time, completed the telecon, watched a little of the olympics and was struggling to decide on a place for dinner. After washing up, throwing on a clean shirt, I headed back downstairs.
As I was walking back through the lounge to the bar to get a before dinner drink, I noticed her still sitting in the same place. I decided to say hi. She responded in a simple, warm and friendly way. we exchanged pleasantries and names. there was something about her direct responses that simply drew me to her. I asked her if I could buy her a drink and as it was still very early we settled on diet cokes. We quickly found out that we were both there for the same conference; she was there as a trainer and I was there as an attendee.
As we talked, I was struck by her genuine and direct nature. She looked me straight in the eye and held that glance. she asked meaningful questions and waited patiently for answers. I think that I had already mentioned my kids once or twice, and yes I was wearing my ring, so I assume that she knew that I was probably married but to be honest, I am not sure. She didn't ask. She told me that was traveling home later that night and I explained that i was there for several more days.
I was also getting a bit hungry. While I would normally not ask, because of my comfort with her, I asked if she wanted to join me for dinner. I was headed to LuLu's. I knew the room and the bar and had been there on many previous visits to the city. I was looking forward to it and through that she might like it also. I think that it was around then that she asked me rather of matter-of-factly, "are you hitting on me?"
The conversation changed at that point. A bit flustered by her directness, I stumbled through my initial response. I tried to say "...no, of course not," but I am sure that my response was probably something else. Side bar: someday in the future I would like her to tell me what she heard. She told me that she was waiting on a call from a friend that she planned to meet for dinner. I told her where I would be and if her plans changed that she could/should call. While she offered me her number, I gave her my phone instead.
We talked for just a bit longer and it was then that I came to an interesting question; while I said "no," I wondered why an intelligent, beautiful, and very direct woman of 25 would ask me, "are you hitting on me?" So I tried to tell her in the manner of the coquette that I think that I am, "if I was, she would be the one..." With just a simple handshake I was off.
It was about an hour later, after two glasses of wine and a few appetizers that she called. My hands were shaking. Her friend never showed and she wanted to join me for dinner. I gave her directions and the anticipation of her walking into the restaurant was almost unbearable. I felt like a teenager on an 1st date. at 49, and 18 years with my wife, I have not felt that way in quite awhile. It felt very good. She walked in with a huge smile and we embraced with a brief but warm hug. As she left the bar to wash-up, I got a big smile from the bartender. The excitement of waiting for her to return to the bar was amazing.
We ate, drank and talked for another 2 hours. The conversation just flowed. While not aware of much else around me, I remined her that she needed to catch her red-eye flight. I walked her back to the hotel, she told me her email address, and I put her in the hotel limo for the quick ride to the airport. I have not stopped thinking about her since...
Check back in a few weeks for the next installment...
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