happyfilmluvguy
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Just the other day my parents had some friends over. I stopped by quickly to grab something and then left right away. No time to talk. When I returned later in the evening, my parents and their friends were still around, so I talked with them a bit. The husband plays the violin, I have a violin, my dad wanted his friend to see it, I don't know how to play it (yet). We talked a little about the violin and then eventually went on their way. My dad told me that when his friend played my violin, it sounded beautiful. More than his own violin which he had brought. My mom said another thing. Apparently their daughter, after inhereting her grandmother's vintage hats, spawned a vintage interest, complete with thrift shopping.
A month ago, a woman who I am working with, also told me of her daughter in New York who is into the vintage ideals. This has happened before. I haven't met either daughters.
Here's one more story. A couple of months ago I went to see a Pink Martini concert, and while sitting in my seat, I saw a few rows down on the other side of the theater a man with a fedora and a suit walking. I watched him until the concert began, he eventually took his hat off. After the concert, I waited in the lobby to see if he'd come out. Luckily he did. There was a woman with him. We spoke, I told him about the lounge, and we went our ways.
So have you ever heard from someone else about someone like
"you" or ran into a "vintage" person who you had never met before, and hasn't joined anything like the lounge, or swing clubs, who might not even know there are others out there like themselves?
A month ago, a woman who I am working with, also told me of her daughter in New York who is into the vintage ideals. This has happened before. I haven't met either daughters.
Here's one more story. A couple of months ago I went to see a Pink Martini concert, and while sitting in my seat, I saw a few rows down on the other side of the theater a man with a fedora and a suit walking. I watched him until the concert began, he eventually took his hat off. After the concert, I waited in the lobby to see if he'd come out. Luckily he did. There was a woman with him. We spoke, I told him about the lounge, and we went our ways.
So have you ever heard from someone else about someone like
"you" or ran into a "vintage" person who you had never met before, and hasn't joined anything like the lounge, or swing clubs, who might not even know there are others out there like themselves?
