I Guess I'm Not All That

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Unless it’s self-flattery which really gets you nowhere.

Nowhere you want to be anyway.

Let’s see what the Word of God has for us today.

Pride goeth before…. a fall.

Proverbs 16:18

I left the grocery today with a little spring in my step… fresh on the heels of being hit on.

Aww, yeah.

As I was checking out, the cashier pointed out that the guy behind me was talking to me. I’d heard him asking someone when they were getting married, but I guess I just thought he was on his bluetooth.

Turns out he was asking me when I was getting married.

“Me? Oh, I’m already married. “ I answered.

(I don’t want to upset Spin, but in the interest of full disclosure, let’s just say this guy was 1. younger than me…. and 2. not difficult to look at.)

((Ahem.))

“Sorry – I just noticed your engagement ring and assumed you were getting married.”, he said awkwardly.

(Did you hear that, Spin?  I need me a wedding band.)

“No. Not engaged.  Very married.  For almost 16 years, in fact.” I said, feeling a little embarrassed for him and wondering why 16 years all of a sudden seemed like a very. long. time??

Duh, because, helloooo? I’m aging…..

Still, I’m not going to lie.  There was a spring in my step, a smile on my face and I may or may not have flipped my hair a few times in the parking lot. (Exhibit A: Pride)

And then I noticed he was following me.

Because he was parked next to me.

In a mini-van with “Professional Wedding Photography” plastered all over it.

Well, burst my bubble and call me vain. (Exhibit B: Fall)

hmph.

In other news, Nina and I Zumba’d this morning.

In theory, it was great. In execution, not so much.

The “instructor” did more sweaty grinding in front of us than she did actual “instructing”.

I never realized how important those “4-3-2-1′s” and “to the right for 4′s” were. We had no idea what we were doing, and unless floundering around feeling looking stupid can induce a caloric burn, it was nearly pointless.

I’m taking it upon eBay myself to learn some of the moves so we can keep up the next time – and I may be campaigning for the girl behind us to instruct instead.  Despite the comical horrible distraction in front of her, she had it goin’ on.

The music was fun – it looked fun, but the whole thing amounted to little more than another embarrassing reminder that I have no hips, can’t do a pelvic thrust and definitely ain’t all that.