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I am nearly too happy to write. The reason? I might have found some new friends.
This morning I decided to take myself out bead shopping. There is a bead store in Montpelier, and they sell many types of beads and rocks and what not. There are two very large bead bins in the store, and each is filled with a sea of different shapes, sizes and colors of bead. One of my favorite things to do is go "bead fishing," and to look for anything that catches my interest (mostly semi-precious stones and freshwater pearls). This involves a lot of scooping and sifting through the bead bins, and it is great therapy.
At any rate, the man working behind the counter was a very nice chap. He asked if my hair was naturally curly, and when I replied that it was, he said that it was beautiful. He does woodworking, and he especially likes to carve figures with curly hair. We chatted about his woodworking and my hair, and about the things that each of us had read about curly hair, and after about an hour of bead fishing, the owner of the store came in. I remained in the store for another half an hour, during which time the owner and I exchanged a few remarks. As I was checking out, both of them decided to wait on me, as there was a very large amount of beads to be counted. We got into conversation for quite some time, where I discovered that we all had quite a bit in common. Beads and stones, an interest in opera, and Monty Python-not to mention a sense of humor. The clerk asked my name and they both introduced themselves, and the owner let me know that they were usually in the store on Saturdays, in case I wanted to visit. He told me that they would try to remember me-and that I was "special" for having so many common interests.
Well, I left that store just as happy as could be. After all of this time spent thinking that I am antisocial-and that I do not have anything in common with anyone in Vermont- I made instant friends with a couple of thoroughly lovely middle-aged men. Middle-aged men, I might add, who were just as interested in knowing me as I was in knowing them (and middle-aged men who go to gem shows!). I had forgotten that I am most comfortable with middle-aged men. Perhaps I should spend some time looking for places where they are likely to be found?
It was nice to chat with people who like me as I am. I was not wearing makeup or jewelry, I was just plain... me. I did not feel strained, and I did not feel the need to act a certain way. I could use large words and talk about opera without fear of frigthening anyone. Men my age so often are turned off by intelligent women, but the older ones (at least, in my own experience) are very often intrigued.
This morning I decided to take myself out bead shopping. There is a bead store in Montpelier, and they sell many types of beads and rocks and what not. There are two very large bead bins in the store, and each is filled with a sea of different shapes, sizes and colors of bead. One of my favorite things to do is go "bead fishing," and to look for anything that catches my interest (mostly semi-precious stones and freshwater pearls). This involves a lot of scooping and sifting through the bead bins, and it is great therapy.
At any rate, the man working behind the counter was a very nice chap. He asked if my hair was naturally curly, and when I replied that it was, he said that it was beautiful. He does woodworking, and he especially likes to carve figures with curly hair. We chatted about his woodworking and my hair, and about the things that each of us had read about curly hair, and after about an hour of bead fishing, the owner of the store came in. I remained in the store for another half an hour, during which time the owner and I exchanged a few remarks. As I was checking out, both of them decided to wait on me, as there was a very large amount of beads to be counted. We got into conversation for quite some time, where I discovered that we all had quite a bit in common. Beads and stones, an interest in opera, and Monty Python-not to mention a sense of humor. The clerk asked my name and they both introduced themselves, and the owner let me know that they were usually in the store on Saturdays, in case I wanted to visit. He told me that they would try to remember me-and that I was "special" for having so many common interests.
Well, I left that store just as happy as could be. After all of this time spent thinking that I am antisocial-and that I do not have anything in common with anyone in Vermont- I made instant friends with a couple of thoroughly lovely middle-aged men. Middle-aged men, I might add, who were just as interested in knowing me as I was in knowing them (and middle-aged men who go to gem shows!). I had forgotten that I am most comfortable with middle-aged men. Perhaps I should spend some time looking for places where they are likely to be found?
It was nice to chat with people who like me as I am. I was not wearing makeup or jewelry, I was just plain... me. I did not feel strained, and I did not feel the need to act a certain way. I could use large words and talk about opera without fear of frigthening anyone. Men my age so often are turned off by intelligent women, but the older ones (at least, in my own experience) are very often intrigued.