SubbieOnWheels
Posts: 590
Joined: 12/14/2007 Status: offline
|
Warning - long post. Many years ago (before the Web), I was a secretary. I kept getting calls at work from an employment agent looking to place people in our office. He had a very sexy, dreamy voice, and I had to keep the phone calls to a minimum. Then he started calling at my lunch-time, so we could talk longer. He said he loved my voice, too. He was intelligent and humorous, and we never ran out of things to talk about. Finally, after several weeks, he suggested dinner and a Charlie Chaplin film festival. i accepted. Dissolve to the restaurant. I enter and tell the hostess I am supposed to meet someone there. She points to a man who steps up, extends a hand, and says, "Beth?" Well, we had never described ourselves to each other. So he had not told me about the coke-bottle-bottom glasses. That wouldn't have put me off, however. It was the wrinkled shirt almost-but-not-quite tucked into pants that should have had a belt but didn't; it was the leather shoes that had never seen a polish. I stayed - out of politeness and out of a lack of knowing what else to do. He talked a mile a minute, and if I closed my eyes, I could see the Harrison Ford lookalike I had pictured. He kept talking even as he was eating. Even when he wasn't talking, his mouth was open. Oh, yes, he appeared to have a breathing problem and had to breathe (rather noisily) through his mouth. Thank goodness the rest of the night was in a movie theater. I think he had noticed that I couldn't keep my eyes on him in the restaurant, because he didn't try to put his arm around me or anything. We said good-bye in the parking lot, and that was that. He never called again, not even in a "business" capacity. Which was OK as we weren't hiring anyway. Ever since then I have, out of respect for the other person's sensibilities, been honest about my appearance and my disabilities. I don't like unpleasant surprises.
_____________________________
Bethical Beat me, strike me, take away my reindeer! I'll never tell! -- Walt Kelly, Pogo Possum I yam what I yam - Popeye http://www.myspace.com/bethical_wheels
|