Do I Need Any More Trouble With Girls?
My wife and I are splitting up. She's moving out in November but we have not been a functioning couple for 2/3 years. No worries; I’m comfortable with the idea and actually looking forward to some physical and emotional space to myself.
However, Saturday morning I went to collect my boys from football practice at the village sports ground. The practice was late finishing and my younger two boys went into the clubhouse to watch some TV whilst waiting. There's a coffee machine and I asked for a double espresso. This prompted the lady behind the bar to engage me in conversation:
"It's really strong, do you always drink it like that?" type of chat. She's probably early forties, bright eyes, warm smile and she is very engaging; easy to relate to, quick to laugh and constantly smiling.
She smiled at me. A lot. Other than my mother, no woman has smiled at me with such depth for years. But I’m pushing 50, have three young kids, a crappy old car, a smelly dog and a bad limp. Surely, I’m reading too much into this. It was just a smile and a chat although the “See you next weekend,” seemed to hover in the air a while as I was leaving.
But I really don’t want any more trouble with girls. Countless failed relationships and two consecutive, failed marriages is enough. I just want to be able to focus on my boys, we’re a great team, there’s no room for anyone else. It was probably my ego because I live in such an emotionally sterile environment; I was just flattered that a woman was nice to me, right?
But it was such a lovely smile…
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Trouble-W...
However, Saturday morning I went to collect my boys from football practice at the village sports ground. The practice was late finishing and my younger two boys went into the clubhouse to watch some TV whilst waiting. There's a coffee machine and I asked for a double espresso. This prompted the lady behind the bar to engage me in conversation:
"It's really strong, do you always drink it like that?" type of chat. She's probably early forties, bright eyes, warm smile and she is very engaging; easy to relate to, quick to laugh and constantly smiling.
She smiled at me. A lot. Other than my mother, no woman has smiled at me with such depth for years. But I’m pushing 50, have three young kids, a crappy old car, a smelly dog and a bad limp. Surely, I’m reading too much into this. It was just a smile and a chat although the “See you next weekend,” seemed to hover in the air a while as I was leaving.
But I really don’t want any more trouble with girls. Countless failed relationships and two consecutive, failed marriages is enough. I just want to be able to focus on my boys, we’re a great team, there’s no room for anyone else. It was probably my ego because I live in such an emotionally sterile environment; I was just flattered that a woman was nice to me, right?
But it was such a lovely smile…
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Trouble-W...
Published on September 08, 2013 05:45
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