Sunday means streaming…stream of consciousness (thank Jana here)…so that’s exactly what I will do for this 11th day of NaBloPoMo (it's actually getting a little easier to type as the days wind on).
My plan for these five minutes of unedited writing is just to wing it because I had a weird (I always seem to have some sort of weird) conversation starter this weekend that I thought was sharable. Something I would never say.
I just returned from a girls’ weekend at the lake. It was lovely getting to know a few women I hardly know. Two I know fairly well (including the hostess) and one I know extremely well. I like to sleep in my own bed, just do, so I didn’t stay there.
Since I had to drive home at night, I was not imbibing :-(, which was fine because it gave me the opportunity to observe, ask questions and listen. Right up my alley!
One of the ladies that falls into the “sort of know” category has a son who spent his first full-time summer at the lake. Most laker kids, or “water rats”, have spent all their summers in rural Indiana. It’s a pretty tight group who has known each other since birth. Almost like cousins. There are probably 13 of them.
This kid (my friend’s son), I don’t know well which is saying something because most kids run through my house once a day at least. He is trouble, been arrested several times, etc. and from the time my son was young I counseled him to keep his distance (Matt doesn’t need any assistance in that regard, who does?).
That’s the background.
So this woman sits down next to me with her 3rd or 4th glass of wine in hand and says…”my son (not using name) came home at the beginning of the summer and said, “Matt F (that’s my guy) is a dick (her word).”
I said, “oh, really. Why’s that?”
Then I just sat back and let her talk wondering where theconversation was headed. I knew she’d eventually either stick her foot in her mouth and/or dig herself a giant hole.
It took only 3 minutes of patience to get my answer.
Who starts a conversation with someone like that?