I like to think of myself as a fairly observant person. I often am able to figure out who the killers are before the big reveal in books and movies. If I hear weird noises, I check the clock in case I have to talk to the cops later (maybe I should read/watch less of the aforementioned books and movies). On walks, I study a person I pass and then see how much I can remember later. Again, practice for a future situation where I have to give a description of a perp to the police. Okay, I seriously need to cut back on the murder mysteries, thrillers and crime dramas.
All this to say that when it comes to an attractive member of the opposite sex, I am totally oblivious. I can tell you what the weird ones look like, but the good looking ones? Not so much.
I have two recent examples of this. A couple weeks ago, a friend and I were at an Icebreaker sample sale. For those of you unfamiliar with the Icebreaker brand, they make amazing wool gear that is soft enough to wear next to your skin. And full retail is crazy expensive so the only way I can touch their gear is at the sample sale. My friend had warned me that events like this were a great place to check out guys. And we already had something in common in liking high-quality outdoor performance gear. I learned that night that sale shopping and checking out guys at the same time is not a good mixer for me. After we were sitting down to tots and a beer, post-sale, my friend asked me if I noticed anyone extra cute. Anyone who? All I saw were amazing clothes 80% off and other women trying to get to the cute stuff before me.
A couple weeks later I was telling the same friend about this cute guy I’ve seen running the waterfront at lunch when I’m taking my walk. Here’s how the conversation went:
Abby: What did he look like?
Heidi: He was cute. He had a nice beard. And he’s obviously a runner which is cool.
A: Aside from having a beard, what did he look like?
H: Cute.
A: Okay, lets try this, how tall was he?
H: Hmmmmm. Taller than me?
A: Most people are taller than you.
H: Then yes, he was definitely taller than me.
A: What about his eyes?
H: (Pause) He definitely had eyes.
This went on for a while. Clearly a goal for 2012 needs to be to transition from worrying about potentially having to accurately report a crime and focusing on cute boys I see. After all, I’ve never even seen a crime, aside from the drug deals in Old Town and occasional jaywalking. I can’t imagine it’s too much of a hardship to focus my attention on good looking guys. As far as goals for the new year go, I think that is the best one yet I’ve come up with.
All this to say that when it comes to an attractive member of the opposite sex, I am totally oblivious. I can tell you what the weird ones look like, but the good looking ones? Not so much.
I have two recent examples of this. A couple weeks ago, a friend and I were at an Icebreaker sample sale. For those of you unfamiliar with the Icebreaker brand, they make amazing wool gear that is soft enough to wear next to your skin. And full retail is crazy expensive so the only way I can touch their gear is at the sample sale. My friend had warned me that events like this were a great place to check out guys. And we already had something in common in liking high-quality outdoor performance gear. I learned that night that sale shopping and checking out guys at the same time is not a good mixer for me. After we were sitting down to tots and a beer, post-sale, my friend asked me if I noticed anyone extra cute. Anyone who? All I saw were amazing clothes 80% off and other women trying to get to the cute stuff before me.
A couple weeks later I was telling the same friend about this cute guy I’ve seen running the waterfront at lunch when I’m taking my walk. Here’s how the conversation went:
Abby: What did he look like?
Heidi: He was cute. He had a nice beard. And he’s obviously a runner which is cool.
A: Aside from having a beard, what did he look like?
H: Cute.
A: Okay, lets try this, how tall was he?
H: Hmmmmm. Taller than me?
A: Most people are taller than you.
H: Then yes, he was definitely taller than me.
A: What about his eyes?
H: (Pause) He definitely had eyes.
This went on for a while. Clearly a goal for 2012 needs to be to transition from worrying about potentially having to accurately report a crime and focusing on cute boys I see. After all, I’ve never even seen a crime, aside from the drug deals in Old Town and occasional jaywalking. I can’t imagine it’s too much of a hardship to focus my attention on good looking guys. As far as goals for the new year go, I think that is the best one yet I’ve come up with.
