Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man

Now I’m sitting here thinking, wow—that’s really slick.
She’s over age forty, she’s taking care of not only the kids she
gave birth to, but two more she took in out of the kindness and
generosity of her heart, and she looks years younger than she
really is—she’s really got it going on. Be clear: I wasn’t about to
do anything with this information because guess what? I’m a
happily married man—emphasis on happily. But some years
ago, that conversation would have gone down a wholly differ-
ent way, and it would not have involved me asking her anything
about her kids, where she works, how she’s living—none of
that.
But a guy who was all in her space while we continued
doing our show—that’s another story. He clearly had plans for
this lady. You could tell just by the way he was leaning into her,
hanging on her every word. Oh, he was talking to her like
there weren’t hundreds of people surrounding them—like my
cohost and I weren’t in the middle of a show. I knew what he
was trying to get to. But clearly, she had no clue.
In front of everyone during a commercial break, I asked her,
“What does he want?”
She laughed and gave me a confused look. “Nothing,” she
giggled. “We’re just making small talk.” Mind you, the guy
trying to talk to her isn’t saying a word. He knows that I know.
And after a few more commercial breaks, and a lot more of his
obvious moves, I finally told her he was looking for much more
than a simple conversation.