tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post4403396806365638617..comments2023-10-28T03:46:30.408-05:00Comments on Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend...Me: Dinner CompanyJillie Bean (AKA Bubba's Sis)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255965229568186791noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post-43983744920891470642007-11-12T13:45:00.000-06:002007-11-12T13:45:00.000-06:00Just shopping, Stacey. But we've seen the ballet ...Just shopping, Stacey. But we've seen the ballet many times, and when I was younger I was <I>in</I> it!Jillie Bean (AKA Bubba's Sis)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09255965229568186791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post-16156588686163517542007-11-12T13:08:00.000-06:002007-11-12T13:08:00.000-06:00This is a great story. You're right, you just don...This is a great story. You're right, you just don't see that nowadays. That is so wonderful.Misty DawnShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15815037247940459349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post-29420023049981129892007-11-11T13:53:00.000-06:002007-11-11T13:53:00.000-06:00Thanks for a warm story, BS. That's exactly as I'...Thanks for a warm story, BS. That's exactly as I'd imagine Jesus would have been here on earth--hoping to join the man or woman dining alone and getting to know what made them tick. Don't you think Jesus was probably smiling and nodding his head as this conversation progressed?<BR/><BR/>I'm very glad you had a great day, I went over to the link you provided--did you go SEE the Nutcracker? Or were you shopping? Both? xoStaceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07987035836694556653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post-6218040494599730732007-11-11T11:52:00.000-06:002007-11-11T11:52:00.000-06:00When traveling for business, you can usually meet ...When traveling for business, you can usually meet up with other strangers at hotel or restaurant bars. When I was going to Miami all the time I ended up eating at a restaurant bar with the same business traveler on two seperate trips. Less inclined to join people at a table.cjmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02010307698215832511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post-30502952770713434232007-11-10T12:58:00.000-06:002007-11-10T12:58:00.000-06:00Good for her. Like D, I wish I had the nerve, too....Good for her. Like D, I wish I had the nerve, too. Of course, I'm never alone, so there goes that idea. And, trust me, no one would ever want to join our tribe.Patois42https://www.blogger.com/profile/07764936858778730692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post-38871894715867482112007-11-10T12:16:00.000-06:002007-11-10T12:16:00.000-06:00That's great. I'd never have the gumption to join...That's great. I'd never have the gumption to join a perfect stranger for dinner.D...https://www.blogger.com/profile/12178201484420845742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23226697.post-28016528285957405022007-11-10T09:51:00.000-06:002007-11-10T09:51:00.000-06:00The scene you described between the two strangers ...The scene you described between the two strangers sounded more like something you would see in an English or French movie...definitely not something American. I think we are probably more guarded about approaching strangers and asking to join them while they are eating...much less join them sitting on a park bench or next to them in a movie. We've had the bajeebers scared out of us by too many bad guys in our society. You never know WHO you might be sitting next to...anywhere! Just an observation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com