I carried my tea to the table, set my magazines down and as I lowered myself into my chair I heard her laugh. She was over at a corner table, facing me, with a tall lanky good looking man, sitting across from her. She caught my attention with her very bright white smile, her long blond hair, down to the middle of her back and her obvious face lifts. She smiled endlessly, giggled and flirted with the man.
My foot nudged Zeus' foot and I whispered, "Cougar at your 1:00."
"You have to speak up I can't hear you," he muttered to me.
"LOOK OVER THERE," I whispered louder, tilting my head in her direction.
"Ah, yes," he mummered, as he resumed looking at his golf magazine.
I turned the pages of my Art Doll magazine, peeking occasionally up, to catch a glimpse of the couple.
She was to old for him.
I JUDGED her to be in her mid 40s and he looked barely 30.
She was talking non stop. His right foot was jiggling as fast as it could.
There was no physical contact, no touching of hands, just constant talking. Her talking and him nodding his head.
I turned pages, blew on my hot tea and formed judgemental statements in my head.
I don't know how long they had been there but about 10 minutes after we sat down he pushed back his chair.
First body language sign of beginning to leave.
She kept talking, smiling, laughing and he kept nodding and positioning his feet to begin to rise, up out of his chair.
When he finally did stand up he shifted positions as he stood there, first by the side of the chair, then behind it, slowly inching his way away from the table.
I heard her say, "So, we'll see each other on Sunday, right?"
I could hear no response from him. If he actually said something it was low and soft.
She talked some more, his foot and leg jiggled some more and she repeated her question about Sunday.
Mentally, I shook my head at her, trying so hard. Give it up woman.
In my mind I was harsh. Cut your hair, act your age, give it a rest.
He said good by. She smiled up at him.
He left, walking rapidly to the door.
She watched him leave still smiling.
She stood up and I observed the tight designer jeans. Again, my mind tisked tisked but admired her well toned body.
She walked toward our table, pulling her cell phone out and punching in numbers.
As she went by our table I heard her say, "Hi, Mom."
I looked at Zeus and tears welled up in my eyes.
"She was on an Internet date, I think," I said to Zeus. "I wonder if she is calling her mother to tell her how it went. I wonder if she thinks it went well. Oh God, I feel so bad about having all those judgemental thoughts about her, shit, shit, shit."
Zeus remarked that I was crying. His glasses slid down his nose and he peered over them and just gave me his "Jesuit look".
I put my head down on the table.
I felt terrible.
:)Bea Who needs to work harder on her compassionate state of mind when she isn't creating.