I was 27 years old before I realized how easy it was to meet men. Until that point, I tried all the standard tricks- tossing hair, tight skirts, tighter shirts, being alternately loud or demure, and asking what material they were wearing (actually highly effective.) Nothing was guaranteed. I wanted something that was 98% effective like when using a condom properly, a high ROI that read like a standard temperature, 98.6.
I was on the beach one day, watching the waves come in when a tall dark shirtless stranger stepped into my line of vision. He was lovely and muscular. I couldn’t let him pass me by. I had to talk to him, but I didn’t know how.
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
I looked away.
Then I looked back to see if he was still looking.
Yep, but he was peeking, pretending not to look.
This exhausting game went on forever. Me trying not to look while I’m looking, him detouring from his previous destination to pretend he had business going on in my general vicinity.
Then I had a revolutionary thought. I would smile, appear friendly. Maybe he’d smile back.
So the next time I caught his eye, I did it. I smiled.
Then he smiled. From afar.
I don’t know what came over me. I kept smiling and then blurted, “hi!” All nice and chipper like. And kept smiling.
He sauntered my way to say “hello.”
Well, hey now.