It was going so well, too. There was a lecture/meeting last night to discuss Bosnia/Herzogovina in support of my upcoming (November, 2019) cruise, sponsored by the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute. I took more care with my attire than I usually do, and was more social than I usually am at these things - after all, I will be spending 15 days on a ship with these people. There were a number of singles, men and women, some potential roommates - to avoid the single supplement, don't you know. It was an interesting, if not particularly informative evening (what ever did we do before we could get video from U Tube?).
And, at the end of it, there were a number of business cards exchanged. But not with me.I was stunned by how I was taken back to summer camp, and always being the last one chosen for any outing, often forced on groups by counselors who otherwise would have been stuck with me.
It was all I could do to keep the smile on my face till I got to the car.
I'll get over it, of course, in my usual way - by convincing myself that I wouldn't have really
liked any of them anyway, and that I prefer my own company. And it's true. (See? It works....)
But really, summer camp? At 72?
And, at the end of it, there were a number of business cards exchanged. But not with me.I was stunned by how I was taken back to summer camp, and always being the last one chosen for any outing, often forced on groups by counselors who otherwise would have been stuck with me.
It was all I could do to keep the smile on my face till I got to the car.
I'll get over it, of course, in my usual way - by convincing myself that I wouldn't have really
liked any of them anyway, and that I prefer my own company. And it's true. (See? It works....)
But really, summer camp? At 72?
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