I accept it while gracefully falling over myself as I stumble across the stage.
It’s Sunday. I love Sunday’s. I get to spend them by myself doing things I want to do without feeling guilty.
One of those things I love doing is drinking a coffee in a crowded coffee shop while reading a book.
When I arrived the shop was full. I figured I’d order my drink and hopefully by the time it was ready, I’d have a seat.
I noticed this one particular gentlemanly good looking man hovering around and caught him looking in my direction. Now believe it or not, I am super shy when it comes to men I think are remotely attractive. And even more shy and clutzy when I assume they might be watching me.
I turned my back, usual procedure for me when I don’t know what to do, am I really +30 and still acting 12 :). Yes I am.
I waited for my drink to be made and I noticed a table had emptied.
It wasn’t the usual normal two person table, it was the giant wheelchair accessible table. I had no shame, I really wanted to spend a solid hour reading my book and if that was my table, then that was my destiny for an hour.
I rushed over to secure my spot, got myself settled. Coffee to my right, glass of water to my left and my book in front of me. I was ready.
Everything was going to plan when I decided a nice sip of water would be a great idea and that’s when my nervous clutz came for a visit.
My cup of water flipped on it’s side and water was all over the table, my book, the magazine that had been left by someone else, my pants, my coat and my purse.
I was so embarrassed and froze staring soaking wet at the little pond on the table in front of me. Not daring to turn around to see who might have caught my embarrassment.
I stood up and started brushing the waterfall of water off my pants.
I turned to go get some serviettes and there he stood, his arm extended holding a fist full of serviettes.
“Here you are”.
“Thank you,” I responded my face going beat red, “Not only am I hogging the biggest table here, I’ve managed to make a mess!”
He started helping me soak up the water.
“Yes well, you are at the handicap table, but that seems reasonable with your situation. Don’t worry, nobody else noticed, you’re ok.” he responded.
I lamented my wet book.
“Well you didn’t buy it yet did you?”
“Oh I bought it, it’s mine and it’s now drenched.”
“What book are you reading?”
“Hillary Clinton’s, Living History.”
“And is this your Cosmopolitan as well?”
I laughed nervously and replied truthfully, “No”
“Well I was going to say that would be pretty ironic that you’d be reading both about Hillary and The Sex He Wants…But Do You?”.
I couldn’t hold my laughter.
“You are welcome to share my giant table,” I offered
“That would be great, I am waiting for someone but in the mean time, I’ll take you up on your offer,” and he disappeared.
That was curious I thought but within minutes he was back with a replacement cup of water.
Now he was just out doing himself!
Good looking, generous, clever and hilarious all in one.