At my age, I don’t expect to get smiles or even friendly greetings from handsome young men who cross my path. And I don’t think I ever received whistles, even long before menopause. But a very unusual thing happened yesterday, and I’ve spent some time trying to understand the significance of the exchange.
I was standing at the gas pump at Sam’s Club, waiting for my big old Buick to lap up enough fuel to last for the week. At the lane on the other side of the pump, a gleaming, obviously new, black car pulled up, sporting special license plates advertising a local professional team. A good-looking, black-haired, 30-something businessman, dressed in a crisply ironed blue dress shirt and black slacks with a crease that could slice bread, stepped up to the gas pump.
I was enjoying some secret thoughts about the man, a slight smile on my face, when suddenly he looked at me, nodded and grinned. “Hello! How are you?”
Somewhat surprised, it took me a few seconds to respond. “Fine, thank you. I was just thinking. There is nothing that defines a man’s success like a crisp, blue dress shirt, vanity plates, and a Cadillac.”
He chuckled, and I interjected, “But that’s not a Cadillac, is it?”
“No, it’s a Chrysler.”
“Same thing. It still spells success.”
The young man gave me a big smile as my side of the pump clicked off, and I prepared to get into my car. As I opened the door to my six-year-old-Buick, the gorgeous young thing waved and called out a friendly, “Bye now.”
If I were younger and cuter, I would have thought the guy was flirting with me. But being old and homely, I knew that wasn’t the explanation. What is it, then, that could cause two totally unconnected people, either by age or inclination, to enjoy an instant of total rapport?
I’m sure my behaviorist friends would have an explanation, but I like to think in simpler terms, or what I call my “naive theories.” I believe that my positive thoughts about the young man opened a passageway between us that provided a momentary connection. We both recognized that the other person was someone who shared similar life notions. In Law of Attraction terms, “like attracts like.” As the Everything Law of Attraction Book explains, “If you are a happy, upbeat person with a smile for everyone, you can expect to find friends and good experiences wherever you go.”
Maybe if I give friendly smiles to the service department personnel at Liberty Buick, they’ll fix my CD player at no charge. Now, THAT would spell success.
Beth Kozan
October 7, 2016 at 7:57 pmYou’re so friendly that anyone would be a fool not to respond to you!
Looking forward to seeing Lilac Crazy tomorrow!
Beth Kozan.
Ruth Gieser
October 7, 2016 at 8:10 pmI really enjoy your blogs. I will be in Scottsdale starting Jan. 25. Hope we can get together. Ruth
George Hollis
May 23, 2017 at 4:30 pmHello, Mary Ellen…
My first 10 years were spent in, of all Places, beautiful Fort Branch. My father (who very recently passed) was the last of his breed, a country doctor who was actually the one who took over from Dr. Gwaltney, and in fact, we lived in the same house on Locust Street. I would love to discuss this all with you at some time, and have many memories of my formative years in the town that time has more-or-less ignored. I suspect I remember at least one of your relatives, and have many of my relatives buried out on Walnut Hill. My family in the area goes back to about 1830.
George Hollis
Brunswick, MD
mestepanich
June 28, 2017 at 2:46 amDr. Hollis, thank you for reading and commenting on my website. I have been remiss in not posting much lately, because of eye surgery and other unimportant but time-stealing “stuff.” I would love to correspond with you about our respective days in “good ole Fort Branch.” Believe it or not, Dr. Gwaltney delivered me, back in the days when country doctors went to the home to bring the babies into the world. I was born in the front room of a small farm house east of Fort Branch, near the German church, St. Lucas Evangelical and Reformed. So, contact me at DrStep@cox.net.