Seriously. I went to the pool today for my waterjogging session. The sweet ladies of the water aerobics class were just wrapping up their class and the group stayed in the water, chatting. One by one they drifted out of the pool until just 2 senior ladies and the instructor were left. The instructor stated she was selling her sporty convertible because her grandchildren were coming to live with her. I happen to be looking for a sporty convertible.
The instructor left the pool and stretched out in the breezy sunshine for a little tanning. I really wanted to ask her about the convertible but I AM TOO SHY to approach a stranger. Yes. Shy.
If someone approaches me, I am thrilled to talk. Although it might take me a little while to really warm up, I AM friendly. It does take me a long time to develop friendships (because I take them very seriously) but I am not unfriendly. In situations where interaction is expected (transacting business with tellers, cashiers, co-workers, etc) I am perfectly capable of conducting conversations.
But approach and talk to someone I don’t know? Probably not going to happen. If I were stranded on a desert island with a person I don’t know – I would likely wait for that person to approach me before I would be able to speak to them. Sad.
My husband knows no strangers. He can strike up a conversation with anyone, any where, any time about anything. I admire that about him. But I cannot do it. As a child, I had no friends, and very few as a teenager. I rarely spoke in the classroom, unless called upon, and even then it was torturous for me. On the playground I watched classmates and THEIR friends from the sidelines. On the schoolbus I usually read a book or worked on my homework.
As a young wife and mother, I concentrated on my family and job in my little world and, rarely, if ever, reaching outside my little cocoon for interaction with humans. It isn’t that I didn’t want to, I just didn’t know how. The thought of initiating a conversation with someone I don’t know still paralyzes me.
So today, I worked up my nerve and climbed from the pool, approached the aerobics instructor sunning herself on a lounge chair, and introduced myself. We talked about her car, her grandchildren, and her daughter, whose deteriorating health necessitates moving the grandchildren into her home. We had a lovely chat. She agreed to show me her car after I showered and changed. We met in the parking lot later and continued a nice conversation. I may not even seriously consider buying her car, but I am so proud of myself for even approaching her.
Secondly, what the He!! is wrong with the sexy senior swimmer in the flesh-colored Speedo? While his physique is truly impressive given his age (probably at least 65), his choice of swimwear pretty much guarantees a great many second looks!!!