At the zoo there was a man who almost started randomly talking to my son and me as we were looking at an otter. …And I had the sense he might have been interested in me. I didn’t wear a ring today to appear normal walking around with my ex-husband and our two kids. …He looked vaguely like my ex-husband and Harold Loeb. Glasses. Hipster. …I felt bad for him. He was awkward. I was awkward too though in response. *eye-roll* Poor man. It’s sad…
I’ll pray for him. For all I know he’s a sweet single man in his 30’s looking for love. Trying to be open. Online dating sites aren’t his thing or aren’t working for him? He “hates the bar scene.” So some counselor or family member told him, “Go to the zoo! You’d be surprised at the number of single people who go to the zoo and find someone!” …I admire his fortitude, if that’s the case. I hope he finds happiness. I hope he finds a woman who inspires enough passion within him to enable him to form a sentence instead of mumbling. *laugh and empathetic pout*
…I had such a vibe today. *laugh* I cracked myself up each time I looked at my reflection. Straw cloche hat, long necklace, men’s Brooks Brother’s tennis sweater…shorts. Launer bag. Thick layers of Jean Patou “1,000.” It bordered on costume-like considering how almost everyone else was dressed. *sigh* But it’s my actual sense of style… *sigh*
“That’s a horrible idea! He looks creepy!” says my ex-husband about the man who mumbled. “Single girls don’t just go to the zoo.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Single girls don’t just go to the zoo!” he says. “I don’t know!”
“Where do they go?!”
“Single guys don’t go to the zoo either. Can you imagine two 25 year guys planning to hang out at the zoo? One saying to the other, ‘Hey! Let’s go to the zoo!’”
“Where do they go?”
“The bar, sporting events. Restaurants.”
“What about the art museum?”
So apparently that man was misguided. And he looks creepy?
“No one found your perfume offensive.” Louis reassures Lacey.