A handsome young man approached me as I waited for Christian outside the Falafel King. He asked me for the time and then lingered quietly for a moment after I answered. Finally, his words found him.
“Can I ask you something? What’s your nationality?”
Ah, yes. This is how most people start a conversation with me. In this middle of this particular conversation, my phone rang. It was Christian.
I excused myself to answer and, after I was assured Christian was just mere minutes from arriving, hung up and returned my attention to the guy standing next to me. Aware that he would soon be a third wheel, he began to say farewell. But first,
“You really caught my attention.”
Ah. That’s kind of flattering, isn’t it? And then,
“I know you’re much older than me…
but I was hoping maybe we could mingle.”
Ha. I couldn’t help but think of that time in Peru. Maybe it’s a good thing men don’t usually hit on me. I’m not sure my self esteem could take such a regular beating.