it's funny. i am the type to pretty much talk to anyone. strangers in the bathroom. the guy sitting next to me on the train. the chick in front of me in a line. anyone. everyone. etc. and people talk to me too. maybe i just look approachable. or cheap.
it's unbelievable the amount of information people give you in a mere 5 minutes. yesterday at the airport, i had a conversation with a very inquisitive grandfather of 2, who informed me that there was "no way" i was "old enough to have a 9 year old." i promptly made out with him. he was really sweet though. curious about my job and how often i had to fly to LA. told me all about his retrofitting work on a building in glendale... his family spread out across northern california and his 2 grandkids. we talked about baseball and how my kid rocks at it. he had the best smile and would constantly giggle at all the things i would say. you know, cause i'm fucking hilarious in real life. but it was nice. purely enjoyable. and it's moments like that... meetings like those.. that just make me feel good about people in general. it reminds me that everyone has a story to tell. and perfect strangers can be truly enjoyable company.
and my good fortune continued as i got on the plane. i saw an adorable mom coming towards me, holding her year and a half year old son. she gave me a look and i was like, "come sit with me." i know how hard it is to travel alone with a kid. everyone you pass is praying you won't sit with them. your kid cries, and people blame you. as if really, why can't you control your child from expressing his discomfort? she was so thankful that i wanted her to sit with me. we had great conversations about this blog, and blogs in general.. and she said she wished she knew about blogs when she first had her son. she mentioned struggling with post partum, and i couldn't emphasize to her enough about the amount of support that is out here with all you wonderful bloggers. how this medium has such a strong community bond, she would wonder how she ever got along without it. we talked about moms who work, and moms who don't- and she was like "did you ever notice how they seem to hate on eachother??" i laughed. if she only knew the amount of blog posts dedicated to that ridiculous subject. her presence made the flight just fly by. and her son? well he felt me up a number of times. and since i let him get to second base, i figure he owes me at some point. so grow up famous kid, i'm cashing in.