An embarrassing but funny moment
So D and I are both sick, but starting to feel better. We had dinner last night with friends who live in the area. They are a fun, genial couple, and the husband is a doctor. He was able to diagnose me swiftly and efficiently after peering down my throat in the light from his cell phone ;)
For dinner tonight, D and I went to Nexxt (yup, they spell it that way). It's a crowded place with outdoor seating, and the tables are packed close together. As the meal drew to a close, a huge burp tore out of me. It came out of nowhere, like a force of nature. I looked furtively at the couple next to us, to see if they heard. They looked stunned, and then they laughed -- but in a nice way. For a couple of minutes we giggled together. I still can't believe I did that!
On the beach yesterday, a pair of girls settled on their towels near us. It was one of those situations where I feel bad for one of the friends. One girl looked like Barbie, with carefully dyed platinum hair and cute, tight-fitting clothes, while the other was dressed in a caftan, with frizzy hair of indeterminate color, a double chin, and a bloated, sad face. A guy came over to talk with Barbie and their conversation went like this:
Guy: My buddy and I are staying at the ___. Wanna sleep over?
Barbie: Hahaha!
Guy: Do you?
Barbie: I have a boyfriend.
Guy (quickly): Oh. I have a girlfriend. She's a dancer, not on a pole --
Barbie: Hehehe!
Guy: -- but on Broadway. She's in L.A. now.
[Conversation continues in this vein for 15 minutes. Then he deigns to notice the friend.]
Guy: Hi, how are you. [Turning back to Barbie.] As I was saying...
I would have forgotten all about them, but I saw the two friends again today...with a different guy talking to Barbie as they traveled across the beach. What is in it for the ignored girl?
For dinner tonight, D and I went to Nexxt (yup, they spell it that way). It's a crowded place with outdoor seating, and the tables are packed close together. As the meal drew to a close, a huge burp tore out of me. It came out of nowhere, like a force of nature. I looked furtively at the couple next to us, to see if they heard. They looked stunned, and then they laughed -- but in a nice way. For a couple of minutes we giggled together. I still can't believe I did that!
On the beach yesterday, a pair of girls settled on their towels near us. It was one of those situations where I feel bad for one of the friends. One girl looked like Barbie, with carefully dyed platinum hair and cute, tight-fitting clothes, while the other was dressed in a caftan, with frizzy hair of indeterminate color, a double chin, and a bloated, sad face. A guy came over to talk with Barbie and their conversation went like this:
Guy: My buddy and I are staying at the ___. Wanna sleep over?
Barbie: Hahaha!
Guy: Do you?
Barbie: I have a boyfriend.
Guy (quickly): Oh. I have a girlfriend. She's a dancer, not on a pole --
Barbie: Hehehe!
Guy: -- but on Broadway. She's in L.A. now.
[Conversation continues in this vein for 15 minutes. Then he deigns to notice the friend.]
Guy: Hi, how are you. [Turning back to Barbie.] As I was saying...
I would have forgotten all about them, but I saw the two friends again today...with a different guy talking to Barbie as they traveled across the beach. What is in it for the ignored girl?
Comments
Even though I wouldn't want to look like a Barbie and attract shallow men who are only interested in Barbie-looking creatures, I think my self confidence would reach rock bottom after about five minutes in her company.
I'm not sure where this one started, but everytime someone belches loudly and obviously at the table, my hubby always says, "It's not bad manners, just a good meal."
I hope you feel better. :)
What if you'd held it in? Your eyes might have exploded!
Now I'm positive that Alex would love you. He's a pretty good burper. ;)
I wasn't there and I even feel bad for that girl - that must be very tough for her.
And that's pretty funny about your burp! :) It's cool that everyone was laughing and just having fun.
But I totally sympathesize with the plain girl. I have all these fabulously attractive female friends and would not want to be seen next to them on the beach!
I've been the "other girl," quite afew times, and it doesn't get better until you go away to college and meet so many people that aren't Barbie and are generally a lot nicer than Barbie ever could be.
But I'm not bitter or anything ;)
Take care!
--Lobo