The other day I was shopping. Buying a watch actually.
Copper colored with a thin mesh strap and a soft brown face – quite pretty and delicate – guess what it looks fine on my freckled wrist!
This brings me to the most interesting part of the purchase - When I finished buying the watch the sales girl – a pretty 20 something brunette with a splash of freckles on her face – says to me – ‘do you like your freckles?’
Oops I forgot I had them for a minute.
And then we talked – like two of a lost tribe – the Scottish freckle tribe- and I said well – I didn’t like them as a child, but I’m rather fond of them now. She felt the same way.
Somehow, she says, I feel I share something in common with other freckle faces.
When I see somebody with freckles, I feel they will be friendly to me. We have something in common. Some genetic pull, some immediate interest and attraction to each other.
I thought it was sweet. And kind of true.
What do you think?