Sunday, September 19, 2010
I was sitting alone enjoying my coffee. I was waiting to meet the photographer for the photo shoot with my Harley. My hair was pulled back. I had on my fringed chaps, a sexy, low cut, lacy tank top, and make up....lots of make up. The pics were going to be pin-up, bad girl type photos and I needed to look the part.
I was checking the email on my iPhone when I felt a soft touch on my shoulder and heard a soothing voice in my ear. "Sweetie, I've seen you in here almost every day for years and today," a lotioned hand traced the tattoo on my back, "I've seen a side of you I never knew existed."
I turned to see a woman about 5 foot 3 and probably 70 years old with a "look" on her face. While I was a little embarrassed, and feeling that I must have "cheap" written on my forehead, I was feeling pretty cool too. We got to talking and she said that morning I certainly wasn't looking the "Happy Valley Mom" type. You don't know about Happy Valley Moms? You can read all about them here.
I wasn't really sure what to think. Was this nice woman giving me a compliment or a sweet old lady shot? I rolled with it, cuz I'm cool like that. Being the friendly biker chick that I am I engaged her in conversation. We talked about my adopted kids, her kids, our grandkids, and everything else under the sun.
I'm not sure if I was really in a conversation with her, or if I was trying to redeem my Harley riding, tattooed, scantily dressed self. I have a feeling it was the latter.