I Get the Blank Stare A Lot

(I have a lot of new readers, so I'll pre-empt this post with a Public Service Announcement: I work part-time in the office of our Home Owner's Association. I'm the only one in the office. This is one of the reasons I took this job.)

So. There are two openings on the Architectural Committee. The President of the Association was in my office today for a meeting with the property manager, Beth, when he turned to me (because I live in the neighborhood) and asked, "Paige, do you know any women who might be interested in serving on the committee?"

"I don't know any women."

Blank stare.

"Seriously. I don't have friends. Besides Beth."

Blank stare.

So, Beth, sensing his confusion, goes, "Really. It's the weirdest thing. She really doesn't have any friends here."

Duane can't fathom this. He says, "Paul thinks you were a cheerleader in college."

"I get accused of that a lot... and of being in a sorority."

Blank stare.

Beth, moving the communications along, "She was a gymnast and diver in high school."

Duane, "Huh. Ok."

After he left, and I replayed that conversation in my head, I felt pretty pathetic. Not enough to start being sociable, but enough to call him and tell him that I DO have girlfriends, they are just scattered around the world.

And probably not interested in being on the Architectural Committee.