Friday night I joined Jim and his AmazonsArena models at the Sin Bar in the Flamingo for Amazon Fest. It is a meet and greet for the Amazons to meet their customers. Now I'm not a hip chick, in fact I was raised a nerd by Ozzie and Harriet. So how did I find myself surrounded by women who spanked little men for a living? I met Jim through the tall club. And this happens to be his business. I had a blast. These folks made me feel right at home. The women did not look down at me because I wasn't one of them, and the men didn't look down on me because I wasn't an Amazon. In fact, a little guy named Vinnie chided me for saying that I wished short women should save tall guys for tall women. We had a long talk about just loving people for what's on the inside. Chagrinned, I had to admit that the times when I softened toward people that weren't my type, were the best friendships I had.
The Amazons got crazy, jumping behind the bar, posing with their backsides over the counter and towering over the men that loved them. They caused heads to turn. Some of the shyer tourists snuck around and took pictures, their eyes all aglow with that "only in Vegas look". When they took the group photo everyone hollared at me to come join them. I got such a warm feeling. By normal society standards we were misfits: short men and tall women. But we were all friends in that moment, smiling and mugging for the camera.
Dare: Think of someone who isn't your type and give them a chance. My best friend was the guy that I thought of as an old flirt. He turned out to be so much more. I'm not just talking about romantic connections eithier, maybe there's that socially-challenged misfit that wants to be your friend. Go out for coffee, give them a chance.
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