Once again, I wonder why I’m here, where the exit door is, and how quickly I can excuse myself. I know that Karen means well, but Karen is not the good friend she thinks she is. If she really knew me – Mandy Shepherd, the introvert – really cared about me, she’d keep me away from this kind of “meetngreet” fiasco.
I’ve been divorced for six years, and I can’t say they’ve been lonely years. But I’ve definitely been A Lone. But that’s me, a loner. I suppose Larry helped me in the 12 years we were married. Because of him, I met some spectacular people, like Hilary Clinton (cold fish, but her eyes are as sharp as broken glass); Michelle Obama (softer than seen on TV, and her eyes gleam like sapphires); and Tom Brady, too handsome for his own good as his wife clings to him like a gangling flower on a sycamore tree.
These meetups were at Boston fundraisers, luncheons on yachts, even a cocktail party on a private jet. I looked for the exit door at each venue and won’t tell you how close I came to opening the big door on the jet.
Yet here I am, dressed like a sequined queen of the middle-aged, highlighted gray hair blown dry to a straight bob, stomach squeezed into Spanx, and toes squished into heeled dress shoes I retrieved from my trash can.
“How many times are you going to search for it?” a husky, amused voice asked me.
I swiftly turned to see who was whispering in my ear. A man stood near me, obviously trying to look innocent, a small smile on his bearded face.
“Were you talking to me?” I asked.
His eyes lit with delight as he took a step closer. He was only a few inches taller than I, not surprising since in stockinged feet I measure 5 foot 10. “I was hoping you would respond, but it’s quite obvious you’re not interested in inane conversation, so I took a gamble,” he said.
“Are you an inane or nane conversationalist?” I asked.
The man laughed with pleasure, took a step closer, and replied: “If we both escape this waste of social time, take the exit, and walk two blocks over to a wonderful café I know, I’d love to answer that question.
I wasted no time. I may be a loner, but I’m not adverse to good company.