King of the World

My approachability reached a new level today.

I took the kids to the Mensa for lunch. I get student rates this month since my Deutsch class is 20+ hours a week. They were served Cordon Bleu with fries.

After we finished eating, the kids went to play (tackle each other) in the nearby grass. A man approached me and asked me something in German. All I caught was “pommes.”

“Sorry, my German isn’t very good.”

“ I am asking if we could have the pommes you did not eat.”

“Of course,” I say and hand him my plate.

He took the fries, thanked me, and walked back to his friends.

I like that people are comfortable around me and feel free to be themselves, but I can’t help but sense a line was crossed today.

Sharing plates seems like something reserved for those in close relationships.

Just last week, I saw a couple trade plates with one another. I gave my friend across the table a look: “Did you see  that sweet intimacy?” (he did).

I’m nobody’s baby. I’m everybody’s girl.

I had the First Aid Kit song in my head the rest of the afternoon.