Therapy Sessions, 3.0
The following week I sit in Starbucks thinking about my assignment. How exactly does one take their power back? Will I even notice the moments I’m giving it away? I will do the best I can but the assignment isn’t really landing with me.
My sign is up but there aren’t many people coming in and out. It is a little late for coffee but that usually doesn’t stop anyone. Maybe they’re trying to start the week off a little differently- who knows. I pull out my journal to at least make the time worthwhile when a man approaches me.
Stranger Danger: Is anyone sitting here?
I immediately label this person as dangerous because he is my type. At least when I had a type. Before I was married. He would be it. And I’m married but I’m not dead. I’m married. He can’t sit here.
Can I also say a year ago, when my relationship was still… as good as it ever was, this wouldn’t have been a problem. I wouldn’t have noticed his smile. Or those eyes. Those eyes with the slight wrinkles in the corners. Am I the only one that finds that attractive?
He can’t sit here.
Take back your power.
B: Actually this seat is only for people who want to have conversation with me. Would you mind sitting somewhere else?
SD: Now you know you can’t do that.
B: I do, but I guess I’m counting on the kindness of strangers here.
SD: Well I’m sorry, I want to sit here so…
He sits. Take back what I said. I think he’s a jerk.
A moment passes. He slides me a dollar. I can’t help it, I smile. He smiles too and the corners of his eyes wrinkle.
If I’m smart I’ll leave.
B: So what do you want to talk about?
SD: Well let’s see. We could talk about the weather.
SD: We could talk about how our days were.
B: Another go to.
SD: But can I be honest with you?
SD: I’ve had a long day, I had to talk to a ton of different people I didn’t want to. How about we sit here, sip our drinks and watch the world go by?
If I were smart I would’ve left.
SD: What do you say?
I guess I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
B: Of course.