About two weeks ago, the Matron and a friend had dinner at this very fine Thai restaurant. The Matron's 50-something friend wears dangling earrings, and upon the right occasion, a formal gown and stockings. Nobody has ever confused him for the Matron's boyfriend and that night was no exception.
Now, the Matron thought the waiter sort of smiled at her a little too much. She didn't think she was quite that funny nor did she warrant that extra conversation. But she didn't think much of it until her friend went back into the restaurant last night.
The waiter inquired after the Matron's availability! He found her 'quite attractive' and was disappointed by her friend's prim response: "She is a married woman and the respectable mother of three."
Wait a minute here! That was before she had options.
Well, one can just bask in the impossible glory anyway. Thank goodness that pesky uterus didn't fall out and ruin the whole thing!
16 comments:
Ahhhh, the thrill of being desired...hey, I've gotten to the point where I take honking at me in traffic as a "Hey Babe." Makes my drive a lot more pleasant.
LOL @ Cheri. And it's waaaay better than NOT being carded. When you think about that.
That's right up there with someone saying, "You can't possibly be the parent of an 18 year old!"
That's right up there with someone saying, "You can't possibly be the parent of an 18 year old!"
Oh, this turned out much better than I'd been fearing. I thought you were going to have to crawl away after the waiter mistook you for a drag queen.
What? Did the waiter mistakenly think you were without uterus?
You got it going on, girl.
The Matron? Indeed!
I love this! I can so empathise with this feeling - I nearly went delirious with joy last week when a White Van Man beeped at me and called 'Oi Gorgeous' out of his van window. I'll take compliments from anyone I can these days. x
Mary,
I realize this is in reference to an earlier post, but I'm not sure if you read past comments. Regarding boys and excessive use of computers and other technological gadgets, and having read Leonard Sax's book upon your recommendation, an article today in Toronto's Globe and Mail described an interesting, creative response by one parent to his 13 year old son's wish to play "Call of Duty," a World War II game.
Considered quite violent, yet knowing full well he would play at his friends' house if denied the opportunity at home, he offered his son instead some stipulations. In order for him to play he must read, understand, and adhere to the Geneva Conventions while playing the game, hoping in the process to instill a morall compass in what might otherwise be rampant, unethical killing and violence.
You would obviously be able to find the full article on-line at Globe and Mail.com in the Life Section entitled "Art of Playing Nice."
I hope you're well.
You GO girl! Still got it, eh?
OK, this exciting episode would have stayed with me for about a year.
Oh yeah, enjoy THAT !
Lol Cheri & distracted by shiny objects! You now need to change your blog's name ~ Foxy Matron is in order!
You Hawt Matron, you!
You go, girl! Be sure to mention that waiter's comment to your husband and family some time when they are on your case about [whatever].
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