Conversation Pieces

So I decided that guys aren’t very good at talking to girls. In a semi-respectable way anyway. Guys, apparently, need a reason to talk to me. So I recently learned that I should give them a reason.

I started my education at the grocery store. Where a white guy actually talked to me.

“Wanna get a drink after work?”

I work with a guy, I’ll call him Dave (because that’s his name) and Dave was going through a difficult time awhile ago. He found out his wife, who he had moved all the way across the country with only months before due to her job relocation, was cheating on him with someone from her job. They had two kids together.

He was having a particularly bad day at one point and he asked if I would like to get a drink after work. We lived somewhat close to one another, it wouldn’t inconvenience me and since when do I pass up free drinks?

My Grandmother’s Advice

When I think of my grandmother, I think of a kind and friendly little women (she was all of about 5 feet tall), who spoke with an accent and was always in the kitchen doing something. I didn’t expect her to give me the advice she gave me when I was about 18.

Maybe she was having a bad day?

I wish I followed her advice.