Did He Cheat?
I was in a very long line at Whole Foods, having stopped in after work to pick up what would pass for dinner. The “express” line was the longest line I’ve ever seen in my entire life, so I got in the regular line even though I only had a couple of things: light yogurt and an assortment of berries, my very favorite snack... and, in this case, my dinner. If you didn’t know I was single before, you’d know it by looking at my basket.
As I stood in line, I wondered how it was that all of New York City happened to be in this particular store at this particular time? It was ridiculous. I searched my purse to see if I had my iPod so I could at least listen to music to help the time go by faster. I had it, but it was dead. I can never remember to charge the dang thing. So, I’m standing there staring into space trying not to look like the crazy impatient nut that I was feeling like.
A few minutes in, I heard a deep voice behind me: “It must be my lucky day to stand in line behind the woman who can rock those boots”. It was a little cheesy but when I turned around I liked the way he looked, I forgave him. I laughed. We struck up a conversation about nothing much, and by the time we got to the cash registers I had agreed to have a drink with him. We went to a restaurant about two blocks from the store and drinks turned into dinner because I can’t drink without eating... unless I’m trying to get drunk, which I wasn’t.
He was married with children, which I knew before we left the store but I didn’t mind because he seemed interesting and made me laugh. assured him I don’t “do” married men (my one hard-and-fast, never-wavered-from rule), and he said he wasn’t looking to be “done” and that he was just killing a little time. And that’s what we did: ate, drank, laughed and had some good spontaneous fun... all because he liked my boots. And that’s why they are this week’s Spinsterlicious "Shoe."
After a couple of hours, we kissed good-bye (on the cheek) and went our separate ways, not even exchanging contact information. Yet a friend of mine felt that what he did was wrong. She said if her husband did that, she would feel like he’d cheated on her. I didn’t agree because it seemed pretty innocent to me. What do you think?
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