rejection

I was meeting some friends at Lupi's for lunch, and I was a little early. as I opened the door, squeezing between the potted ferns, I immediately noticed that the place was filling with women in their early 20s, most with the requisite insurance company ID cards clipped somewhere. a few at the middle table were apparently just at the fish tank.

a few ladies in line turned and glanced at me with hopeful eyes as I walked in. immediately and instantaneously, they were crestfallen. clearly, I was not who they were seeking. I could only assume their friends or lovers were late for lunch, and they were hoping that the opening door would usher them in. and to their dismay, it was only me. the smallest of rejections; I couldn't help but disappoint.

I took my place in line, waiting for my lunchmates. and I probably did the same thing to the next folks who walked in, who were not be those for whom I was looking.