Re: Re: Social Situations: Happy Alone or Wanting to be a ...

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I too like to be alone most of the time, but every now and then I do like to talk to someone.

As far as dealing with others, mostly all you need is decent manners. A nod and hello here and holding the door there with the thank you and you're welcome when needed, is about all you need to worry with. You don't even have to walk around with a dopey smile on your face all the time, just a little smile when you do any of the above and don't glare if you make eye contact with someone else.

Businesses also like to be complimented. If you get good service or food, tell them, just don't gush or they'll think you're lying. If you notice something wrong, let them know quietly. Like today at the grocery, this little kid was eating a slice of baloney but made a mess all down the checkout line. The manager appreciated being told about that before someone complained in a nasty way or worse slipped on it and hurt themself.

Small talk is a problem but one that can often be avoided. Most of that stuff just really leaves me cold. I was listening to some of the waitresses talking today and it was really boring, but at least two of them were quite pretty.

This brings up a way to end this on a light note, though it will be a little risque but not too bad. . My mother teaches second grade and has gfor a long time. She used to always come home and talk about the girls in her class and how if they were 10 years older she'd think they'd be a match for me. This was really irritating because I felt like a pedophile. Well, she got her due two weeks ago. One of her former students is now 18 and was working at the just mentioned restaraunt to help pay her way through college. She's one my mother said was really smart and I'll have to admit she's pretty.

My mother noticed me watching her former student walk away and said she saw me looking at the girl's legs. I replied I wasn't looking at her legs but her fantastic posterior. This caused my mother to gag a bit on her coffee, but before she could say anything the waitress came back. I'm sure it wasn't deliberate, but she leaned awful close to me when she put down the drinks. Let's just say that a certain area was close enough that I could clearly see the lace pattern on her bra through her shirt. My mother asked why I wasn't watching her walk away and I said I was trying to recover from that extreme close up she gave me of her breasts and neck.

With that, my mother puts her face in her hands and says semi-jokingly, "I used to teach that girl". My answer was, "I know, and you always go on about the girls you teach when they were little. So you shouldn't be surprised that I'm looking now that she's beautiful and legal." My mom was still rather embarassed but she brought it on herself.

Still, I'm not a lecher and would probably never make a pass at her. Besides, my hopes were rather dashed when she called me "sir" later when I was asking about college (she's going to the same one I did).