So I’m in Florida for the weekend. I got here early this morning after a red eye from San Diego. I spent over 3 hours in Charlotte, NC. The overwhelming lesson for the past 24 hours is that you can learn so much about yourself when you’re in another culture.
I don’t really consider myself a sweetheart, or maybe I just have a different view of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been called sweetheart so much in my life as I have been called sweetheart today. I’ve even lived in Florida – but that was further south and east so it was all the blue hairs from up the Mid-west way (lived in Tampa so all the snowbirds that come down the I75 live down in those parts-didn’t really get called sweetheart much there).
I also had one guy tell me that the parking spot that I wanted was only for white people. He laughed and drove away. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but tonight when I went back down to the beach – there was this huge sign that said “the whitest beach….”
Well, I guess my version of sweetheart is dude, but it just doesn’t have the same impact. I guess for the weekend, I can be “sweetheart.” Does that mean that I have start being a sweetheart?