Maybe it’s my aura, or maybe it’s the way I carry myself (which is a woman on a mission), but it seems that when it comes to men, there are but far and few who come up to me to strike a conversation or hit on me for that matter. But right in the same gene pool is my mom, who at 68 years old has men coming up to her, and asking about her to me at the gym!
Like mother like daughter? Far from it, in the grand scheme of things. My mom has always been more laid back, the kind of woman who lets men help her (0r better yet has that doe-eyed look about her), she can be easily tricked or taken for granted, but her best quality is that she is the funniest lady I know. Her sense of humor is charming, and so animated that it’s hard not to love her! I on the other hand don’t know how to be laid back. I am a woman who likes to do things for herself, “if he can do it, well I can too!” I speak my mind, and quick to speak back when I feel like someone is trying to pull a fast one on me. I like to think of myself as funny but not nearly as funny as my mom. Aside from personality we don’t really look alike either; she is fair skinned (she has saved many ships with just the lift of her shirt, her stomach is a true beacon). I am more tan, cinnamon like they say in my country “piel canela” I can build muscle easily and my mom… well, she was a genetically gifted skinny child.
I can’t remember the first time she was picked up by a man, but I do remember the last two instances. My mom and I took a trip to Ponte Vedra and stayed with a friend of mine, during which we came and celebrated with with his parents his dad’s birthday in St. Augustine. His parents don’t stay late (they like to be in bed by 7pm, so having them stay up till 9pm was a big deal). After dinner festivities my friend, my mom, and myself went over to cigar bar my friend and I love (they have live Jazz! I am a sucker for Jazz). We met up with some of his friends and ensued in conversation while my mom got comfy in the huge leather chair drink in-tow (we are both big wine fans), and proceeded to enjoy the music. Tonight’s ensemble consisted of a standing bass, an electric guitar, a tenor sax, and a trumpet player. Now, from time to time I’d take a look to check on my mom and make sure she was alright… okay, okay, to check if she needed a refill, as long she has a drink we’re good. At one point she came up and told me that the guitar player kept making faces at her. “What?” I laughed a little and told her not to worry and relax. Well, what do you know, during intermission my mom was being asked out by this really good looking older gentleman… the guitar player! Oh, have I mentioned she’s married? Yep, so this just makes it the more awkward for her. We left shortly after, laughing the entire time. I took this time to giver her a mini lecture on why it was important to have her wedding band refitted so she could wear it again.
The very last time was last week (well, that I know of). My mom promised to start going to the gym, and so I was more than happy to help her get acquainted with the gym and various exercises for her. During the end of our workout we did some stretching and abs, when this tall 6 foot handsome white haired man walks in. He looked like he was in his fifties (his body was muscular and toned). He comes up to my mom and strikes a conversation, then he starts to train my mom! I was apparently just chop suey at this point. Today at the gym I ran into that man, and he asked me about my mom….
I hope I have this kind of attention from good looking men well into my sixties. I mean, the apple really can’t fall that far from the tree. Right??