Embarrassing observation

Posted on December 12, 2008

A couple of days ago, I was at the local Starbucks and the guy serving the coffee (Barista?  whatever the male term is) was being so nice that I thought, “Hey, this guy is flirting with me!”  This caught me off guard, because he had to have been at least ten years younger than I am.

This has now happened to me several times since: the waiter at Old Chicago’s, the usher at the movie theater, and the guy who rang up my new shirt at Old Navy.  I was confused because I seriously needed a hair cut and I have the remnants of a cold sore.  Surely, no one would find me attractive right now.  And yet,  I kept thinking that they were flirting, they were just so overly nice.

Then I had the embarrassing revelation that they weren’t flirting, it’s just that we are in Colorado where every one is really nice and friendly.  I have gotten so accustomed to the abrupt and sometimes rude nature of New Jersean’s that I had convinced myself that nobody is that nice unless they are flirting.

Sigh, am I becoming one of them?  Please, say it ain’t so!