tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post2867286201349382299..comments2023-04-11T23:12:14.964-04:00Comments on Here and Next: Drinks & StrangersUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post-87823207680945400342012-10-11T11:53:35.935-04:002012-10-11T11:53:35.935-04:00SCARY!... your car ride with a stranger. You were ...SCARY!... your car ride with a stranger. You were lucky... very lucky! The stupid things we've done and somehow managed to survive and live another day to tell about them. One day I'll have to share a few of my 'not so bright' moves. We've all got them.<br /><br />Thanks for the info on Barbara Walter's book. I just looked up the title... 'How to Talk with Practically Anybody about Practically Anything. I'm going to see if my library has a copy. Thanks!<br /><br />And congrats to the new little stranger in your life...Parker Jeffery who you will soon get to know very well. Much happiness!Dyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01335639180723830866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post-57246414772704810362012-10-11T00:27:42.506-04:002012-10-11T00:27:42.506-04:00Another book of interest was written by Barbara Wa...Another book of interest was written by Barbara Walters many years ago. I think its title was "How to Talk to Almost Anyone".Bevonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post-21895696282393718842012-10-11T00:23:55.091-04:002012-10-11T00:23:55.091-04:00I was also taught not to talk to strangers and to ...I was also taught not to talk to strangers and to NEVER get in a car with a stranger. I violated that advise about getting into a car twice....once as a kid when several of us missed the school bus (the man convinced us to get in the car and then drove us home to our mothers)and again when I was in college coming back to Philly late on a Sunday night and was waiting for a city bus which weren't running that late. I got into the car of a young man about my age who told me that the buses weren't running and would be happy to give me a lift to where I lived. I didn't know what else to do so I got in. I did get home safely eventually but not before we stopped at his parent's house to get a soda. (They were in bed, asleep.) When we got back to his car to take me home, his car wouldn't start and he had to use jumper cables to recharge the battery. During that time he tried making some moves on me which I managed to fend off. When I think about that night I shudder to think about what could have happened. I was too trusting and naive for my own good! (And STUPID!) <br /> I enjoy having little conversations with strangers. I loved the story about your mom's encounter!<br /> Like you, I don't like beer. It's way too bitter for my taste. I don't like most wines either. The wines I do like are sweet ones. That Creamsicle drink sounds really good! I like iced tea too...especially Long Island Iced Tea!Bevonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post-27587209146335180132012-10-10T14:26:17.159-04:002012-10-10T14:26:17.159-04:00You tell the best stories and funny ones too. Love...You tell the best stories and funny ones too. Loved the bit about your mother and the bank book. Cracked me up. Maybe you should start your own blog :)Dyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01335639180723830866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post-11177634280523562892012-10-10T14:21:38.439-04:002012-10-10T14:21:38.439-04:00Michael says... "Richard talks to strangers b...Michael says... "Richard talks to strangers because there's no one stranger than Richard." <br /><br />I say... "We wouldn't want him any other way."Dyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01335639180723830866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post-49091659892982416552012-10-10T07:46:51.804-04:002012-10-10T07:46:51.804-04:00Dyan,
Would you like some tips for talking to stra...Dyan,<br />Would you like some tips for talking to strangers from R.C.? In museum, while in front of a painting, say to a stranger "Is that a portrait of you?"<br />Sitting next to people in a restaurant: "Where are you from?"<br />cm<br />Carol Markelhttp://www.femmeetfleur.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408352568781542296.post-23357181989771907172012-10-09T10:20:16.423-04:002012-10-09T10:20:16.423-04:00Interesting stuff! My mother was always warning u...Interesting stuff! My mother was always warning us of the dangerous "others" and what they could do to you. Your friends were not above suspicion either. I began to become critical of this well intentioned advice, once she said you shouldn't bring people into your bedroom because they might "look for your bank<br />book". I couldn't imagine why someone would want to know how much I was saving in my Christmas Club booklet.<br /> Later on, I remember reading an article by a sociologist about why immigrants were so worried about people. He pointed to the vunerability they felt in a new land, especially of people who were of other nationalities. Being only one generation from the "old sod", I could understand their odd ideas my parents held about others.. Today I use my intuition as a guide with strangers. My experience in general has been one of surprise, interest, and positive feelings.<br /> N.B. My love of dancing and ability to "cut a fine rug" has kept me off of table tops ever since I was a teeny bopper.Joey D.noreply@blogger.com