The Opryland Hotel in Nashville is incredibly huge.  It has gardens, waterfalls, a river and miles upon miles of paths.  So when a gentleman walked up beside me at the elevator I didn’t think twice about it.  He said hello, I said hello.  He said, “This place is so big; I keep getting lost.”  I laughed and replied that I had gotten lost the previous day when I was exploring the grounds.

The elevator doors opened and we both entered.  I pushed the button for my floor and didn’t really notice when he didn’t; I just figured he was on the same floor (there have to be 100 rooms up here).

“Are you here for a conference?” the gentleman asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “Blissdom; it’s a conference for women in social media.”

“I’ve heard of it,” he replied and stuck out his hand, “Hi, I’m Jim; I’m hitting on you.”

I shook his hand, “I’m Jody.  My husband will be glad to know I’m still attractive.”

He laughed, the doors opened, and Jim wished me a good day before the doors closed.

After being married for a few years and having a couple of kids it’s kind of fun to hear I’ve still “got it” from someone other than my husband.

Foshay Elevator Doors-Photo by: Jim Winstead Jr. ,wikimedia commons