Actual conversation BgK and I had the other night:
BgK: So Mike called with a good story last night. You know how when you see an attractive person on the street, you give them ‘the nod’ ?
Me: Huh? “The Nod”? To people of the same sex or the opposite sex?
BgK: The opposite sex. You see a good looking person on the street and you know, you give them ‘the nod’.
Me: Really? So the guys who give me ‘the nod’ think I’m hot?
BgK: Well, yeah. Do you get a lot nods?
Me: All the time!
BgK: Ok, so anyway, Mike gives some chick on the street ‘the nod’ and she says hi. He says how’s it going and she asks where there’s a good place to get a drink. They go to the bar and get a drink.
Me: really? that never happens to Mike!
BgK: I know. It gets better. So they were having a good time, and exchanged phone numbers—then she starts talking crazy.
Me: How crazy?
BgK: Crazy as in how sexual orientation is determined by the ingestion of soy sauce.
While I feel for Mike, what I took from this conversation was the fact that ‘The Nod’ means that I am, in fact, one hot momma. Tee hee hee! I also learned not to exchange phone numbers until you have chatted long enough with a person to determine if you can handle their level of crazy…..poor Mike!