Missed Opportunity
Yesterday, when leaving Stomping Grounds with my favorite latte in hand as I stepped off the curb to head back to the car, there was an attractive woman walking towards me across the parking lot. We both stopped to let a pickup truck leave its spot, pass between us, and head for the exit.
She was smiling, and as we walked towards each other, she asked, “Is that your Miata?”
“Yes, it is,” I said. “How did you know?”
“Well, you had a smile on your face as you were walking that way.”
(maybe I was smiling just because she was)
“It’s a lovely spring morning, the top is down, I’m going for a drive,” I replied.
We introduced ourselves. I said, “I’m Brian,” and she replied, “I’m Anne.” She said that she used to have a Miata, but it was stolen several years back, and she missed it. We then spent the next few minutes comparing Miata stories and general life stories before she headed into Stomping Grounds and I walked to the Miata.
As I pulled out of the parking lot, I thought to myself, I should have asked her if she wanted to go for a Miata drive or even let her drive it. I felt an easy connection, and maybe she did too, but I was too shy/introverted to ask. Now I’m really regretting it. And I didn’t look for a ring on her finger; she could be happily married. She was holding some papers, so maybe she was going into the building to visit the insurance place or Edward Jones and not Stomping Grounds.
I think I’m going to have to try and get my latte purchase next Thursday for around the same time of the morning…




