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Friday, June 23, 2006

Hey Baby, Come Here Often?


Here's the scenario:

I get an invitation to a beach party. I'm nervous. This is my big opportunity to meet someone special. You know, someone I can really spend my time with here in Dar. Someone who will listen to me when I'm down, play with my kids, be there for me when I need them. Someone to take away some of my loneliness of being a new girl in a new town.

I dedicate some time the day before trying to figure out what to wear. I want to project the right imagine. I want to try to fit in. Whether or not to wear a bathing suit is the biggest question on the table. Bathing suits don't really suit me. But what if everyone there is swimming?

Day of the party I stand back and scan the beach. Who do I find attractive? Who will help me meet all my aspirations above.

Finally, I find someone. I approach her.

Me: "So, have you been here before?"

Her: "Yes. I was here last year. And you?" [She's got a fabulous Russian accent!]

Me: "I'm new here, I just moved 3 weeks ago."

Her: "Wow, you are new blood!"

Me: "Yes, I am the new kid on the block."

Her: "And, [pointing at me] are those yours?"

Me: "Yup. I got two of them. Aren't they beautiful?"

Ladies and gentlemen... this is a real live story of the day I attended Jaden's and Rowan's end-of-the-year school party! I spent the entire day trying to "pick up" moms with kids in a similar age range with the hope against hope of making a new friend - or at least a playdate.

And I didn't do too badly...

I ended up with two phone numbers. This is much better than I would have done in an actual pick-up scenario.

And now, I'm waiting the requisite three days before I call. I want to seem interested, but not too interested :)

5 Comments:

Blogger Mom101 said...

So if you all go out on a playdate together, who pays?

4:02 AM  
Blogger Mothering Mini said...

Ugh, I am going to have to start doing this in Philly soon. Luckily, since I am still nomadic at this point, I haven't had to yet. But I will let you know how it goes!

6:41 PM  
Blogger MommyWithAttitude said...

My girlfriend (who lives on the other side of the country from me) always joke about how making a new mommy friend is just so much like dating.

Does she like me? Did I say something stupid? Am I wearing dumb shoes?????

8:19 PM  
Anonymous David H said...

I guess stay-at-home Dads are a rare commodity in TZ, heh heh

9:37 AM  
Anonymous Gambling Casino said...

It is good idea. I support you.

6:13 PM  

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