Blurred Lines

Posted on Sunday 13 January 2008

Three girls:

One with a new baby who was desperately sought, and who is now loved equally as much as she is driving her parents crazy with incessant crying. “Some days I wonder, what have I done?” says this new mother.

One is recently divorced, her young marriage gone bad in the usual way that mismatched couples often go bad–just because. “It feels so strange to be in this place, you know, single again,” says this new divorcee.

And me–a mom well past the baby stage, a woman who is years older than both girls as much as she is a girl who is separated from all she has ever known.

“It gets better really soon,” I tell the young mother, and I mean it.

“I know exactly how you feel. Wow, do I know,” I tell the young divorcee, and I mean that, too.

We enjoy an incredible brunch with each other and others from our restaurant in the most beautiful of places, and I have so much unexpected fun. Afterward, we have a couple for the road down the road at another place, just the three of us, just to hold onto the fun a little longer.

And they encourage me to call the guy I am supposed to meet later this evening, so I do. But he clearly screens my call. I shrug it off, because I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet him, anyway. But the rebuff kind of stings, anyway.

Soon, the young mother reluctantly says goodbye, now so long past brunch, because she now must face the reality of her young motherhood, again.

And the young divorcee checks her texts and voice mail. She might just have plans tonight, because no one is screening her calls.

Just then, a perfect stranger walks up to me, standing a little too close to my bar stool. “Can I tell you something?” he asks as we prepare to leave the place in which we’d rather stay a little longer.

“Sure,” I smile.

“You are beautiful.” And he quickly walks away.

I am taken off guard.

“Thank you,” I murmur, eyes downcast, but he is seconds gone and I have thanked no one.

Because I don’t feel beautiful at this moment. I just feel older.

“What did he say?” asks the young mother.

“Yeah, what?” asks the young divorcee.

“He said I was beautiful. Welcome to my world,” I shrug, now feeling uncomfortable.

“But that’s great,” says the young mother.

“Go for it,” says the young divorcee.

No. Not tonight. Not this day. I just feel older, and maybe only a little wiser.

10 Comments for 'Blurred Lines'

  1.  
    January 13, 2008 | 9:55 pm
     

    To bad you couldn’t have beaten him to the punch. Insecure girl you! Not to wise I say!

    Objective reader,
    UW

  2.  
    January 13, 2008 | 9:57 pm
     

    Hell, I sounded like Yoda in the above comment Hah! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3.  
    Restaurant Gal
    January 13, 2008 | 10:11 pm
     

    UW–Just an insecure night, I guess.

  4.  
    January 14, 2008 | 11:29 am
     

    That’s one of the most wonderfull touching comments a lady can get, in my oppinion. Lucky girl, resteraunt gal! : )

  5.  
    January 14, 2008 | 11:30 am
     

    Complements a lady can get, I meant, not comment! Sorry.

  6.  
    January 14, 2008 | 12:33 pm
     

    Well I hope you had a good rest last night and that today you’re feeling beautiful again! I mean it (wagging finger) missy! A shy stranger gathers the nerve to tell you how beautiful you are – come on girl – feel the love.

  7.  
    January 14, 2008 | 1:28 pm
     

    Accept the compliments where ever they come from.

    Last month a woman I’d just met looked straight at me and said unflinchingly, “You have beautiful eyes, but I expect you already know that.”

    It caught me offguard and all I could say was “thank you”.

    The fact that she wasn’t a day under 92 didn’t stop me feeling smug for the rest of the evening ๐Ÿ™‚

  8.  
    January 14, 2008 | 1:36 pm
     

    awesome on all counts.

  9.  
    January 14, 2008 | 1:49 pm
     

    Nothing like a crying baby to drive a new mom a little crazy! Hey, I’m doing it the 3rd time around and it still drives me crazy when my baby cries and nothing I do makes it better. But now I have the perspective to see that it really does get better.

    Oh and, what a great way to get a compliment. He wasn’t trying to chat you up, he was just telling you you are beautiful. Awesome.

  10.  
    Julie
    January 14, 2008 | 6:15 pm
     

    I love hearing compliments whenever I get them — unexpected ones are the best.

    You had a good group of friends to enjoy brunch. I really miss “girl time”. Working at home severely limited it, especially since we’re in a relatively new city.

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