I was given three options. I read the text over again. Initially, upon reading it, it amused me. The second glance made me blush. How should I respond? My three options were a result of my stupidity. Option one was a no-brainer. Option two I could deal with, but option three made me feel as if I would be tested. Did I want to be tested? I envisioned the act, and it made me feel other things that I stopped in their tracks.
Our glances met in a group setting, and something strange happened. I’m not sure what it was exactly. An exchange of silent vibrations continued as I struggled to stand upright in my heels. The subtleness of eye contact, the body language, the mutual interest in conversation, or was it just an illusion? I tried to brush it off, but I failed.
I would otherwise have deemed the action rude; he didn’t dismiss his phone, but we were strangers, and the phone plays an integral part in filling in the silent queues. I let it go as we went our separate ways following our respective parties. When we were eventually seated, we ended up side by side again. Heat began protruding; I blamed the wine at first. My supple skin brushed against the suit fabric. How could I be so hot just sitting next to fabric? I spoke nonstop as if the night would come to a sudden end. I blamed the wine again, which spoke for me, without thinking. I felt channeling my frequencies in another direction may serve me better. Yet no matter how hard I tried, the affair at hand stood solid.
Such connections and exchanges happen at unexpected moments, and it’s these exact moments you feel eluded from your surroundings. I was opposed to such meetings; not only did they not interest me, but I was certain they wouldn’t cross my path. Yet when it happened, I was drawn in like a puppy is enticed with a treat.
We parted with an exchange of pleasantries, and that was that. I wasn’t aware I was capable of leaving an impression, but I had. I did my due diligence of responding, and here I am. Trying to figure out which option to pick because I started meeting number two on the wrong foot. It was awkward to say the least, and now it’s payback time. I was given three options to right my wrong. I would have just laughed it off, but playing along gave me something to hold on to until next time. It’s the humor that binds us, the playful tug and pull, because life is serious, and when the person on the other end can bring a smile to your face, why not? When you’re told they don’t want the first time you spoke to be the last time, you’re kind of obligated to keep the conversation flowing.
We’re opposites, different lifestyles, different upbringings, and perhaps different goals too. Yet in some surprising way, we are very much alike. The subtleness in our similarities is evident; morals, caring, mellow, eager for connection, maybe an adventure, or should I say interested in a disposition of another kind. Above all this, it was the comfort one felt when in the presence of another being. Is that not also a key to attraction? I was being exposed to a sense of safety, and I found a fondness for the net.
The matter at hand is still under much debate. The options will continue to weigh, and in the presence of the evidence, the outcome will reveal itself. Time will only tell what comes from the pleasant organic bond we hold. Our paths crossed for a reason, and should it lead to a destination, well, that is yet to be seen. No matter the outcome, it will always be remembered because you never forget how someone made you feel.
