Last night saw me belting out my fav songs once again, but be warned…these diva acts are accompanied by some awkward moments. But then again, if you take them with a pinch of salt, they could provide fodder for amusing anecdotes.
Take the instance of the pot-bellied, uncouth, gluttonous, mustached man who frequents the bar every Sunday night. This chap must be in his late 50’s, wobbles his belly quite enthusiastically (like a belly-dancer) when he hears Jennifer Lopez’ Waiting For Tonight and perennially has this lecherous expression written all over his face. He also has a wife and two kids.
So, last Sunday I’m sitting at the coffee shop during the break, sipping tea while listening to the strains of the piano (I call it the ghost piano because it plays pre-programmed music). And who should come and plonk himself next to me, but Mr Pot-belly?
He starts chatting me up and at the end of the conversation, asks poor unsuspecting me for my digits. I am caught unawares and so yield most unwillingly. Kick yourself, you supposedly street-smart, savvy woman, I tick myself off, for not having the presence of mind to handle the situation.
Anyways, we get back to the singing. Within the few days, I get a call from Wobbles. I can’t hear a thing he is saying, though I suspect it him. I tell him I will call him later.
On Saturday evening I get a call again from him. He suggests we meet.
Ha! What a laugh. He must be delirious to think that someone like me would even consider entertaining such preposterous proposals. I have plans, but thank you, I say at my politest best.
Inside, I am laughing. No, falling of my chair.
The man is there this Sunday too at his regular spot, looking all needy as usual.
During the coffee break he once again steals his way into a conversation with my partner. We politely inquire about him and then turn back to our conversation. In about minutes he figures that he was expelled from any further communication. So, he excuses himself and heads back to the bar, where he once again wobbles his belly, as I belted out JLo’s hit song.
Anyways, I think he took the hit as he slithered away much-before the Cinderella hour.
Good for you! Way to “recover”.
some don’t get it at the first hint…