“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” ~Robert Brault
Last week, Metalia had the pleasure of watching me stare at this man, then declare my undying affection for this man, then stare for a few moments more turn back and say “I’m going to have his baby” as I took a large swig of grey goose and club soda and then declare that for the life of me, I am unable to remember the name of the future father of my children.
When the man caught my eye and waved me over, he went in for a hug. A lingering hug during which I – with all of the modicum of grace that I am capable of – allowed vodka to slosh over the sides of my high-ball glass. I apologized profusely and he laughed and claimed that his suit was due for a dry clean anyway. As a true testament to friendship, Metalia then swooped in and introduced herself so that I could once and for all learn his name, as I stood off to the side meticulously keeping my free hand over a festering and embarrassing pimple and pretended to make small talk.
Giving details of our talk would only perpetuate a cycle of dissecting every other word and gesture and laugh that occurred in that 15 minute period and the times before when this man and I have had an encounter and the next morning when he once again caught my eye while in mid-conversation and stopped me just to chat. Trying to figure out the hidden meaning behind a gently placed hand is something that we females are often prone to do.
I’m not going to get into minute details and have these lofty daydreams of a white wedding based on a few conversations and a promise of drinks – on his part – the next time I’m in town. I can only laugh when I retell this story to friends who become excited, though I’m not sure what to be excited about, and say that he must like me or that we’ll get married.
It is more important to me right now to have fun and to want to go out for drinks and extend an invite to my birthday festivities and to wear the perfect dress. I want to enjoy fleeting moments and those quick touches that could mean absolutely nothing or everything. Who the hell knows? I’m just taking pleasure in wanting to get back into the game and maybe even contemplate dating (maybe). And I would like to do so without stress or deep thought, but with a smile, flirtation and a lot of wine.
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Whenever you find yourself starting to analyze the teensiest, tiniest details, you’ll have to remember to pour yourself another glass of wine. Really. You should probably put some in a thermos and carry it around with you, just in case. I don’t know about you, but that would make my daily life better.
Of course, family members would probably worry at that point…silly family.
I’m drinking some wine now. Trying to keep myself from overthinking things. That’s what always gets us women into trouble so instead I’ll shall go for the Pinot Noir
I’m smiling right now. The anticipation of it all is fun and…FUN! Happy for you
That’s what I’m hoping for; FUN. Thanks.
I am dying to see a picture of your future baby daddy.
Hmmm…attractive, smart and successful. And for me it’s the latter two that help.
Mmm….those were fun days. The anticipation, the excitement, the subtle touching.
You rock, BTW. I heart reading your blog. You have an excellent way with words! Me? Serious blog block and L-A-Z-Y.
I’m even de-lurking like – what? – a week after delurking day? But I have commented before, so am I a pseudo delurker?
Technically not a de-lurker since I know who you are and I lurk on your blog, but it’s the thought that counts
So you saw the guy from Boston again, eh?!?
Looks like you’ve found a better “Anti-Creep” backstop than yours truly. I can take it. (But will he kick a** for you??)
I’m here to tell you all that the man was incredibly hot, and I think he was TOTALLY INTO MISS HEATHER.
Definitely hot, but most definitely not into me. But whatever
You know, every boyfriend I had in the past, I was friends with first. So I missed out on the fun of dating someone I had a crush on. (wait — ahem — upon whom I had a crush. that’s better…)
So I’ll follow along and live vicariously
have i mentioned i was about 24 when i met my husband? and totally not even looking for a relationship at the time? anything can happen, dear. just enjoy whatever comes out of it. *hugs*
oh how I love to hate “those quick touches that could mean absolutely nothing or everything” it’s enough to drive a girl batty.
Ahhh the excitement and little tingles of a new flirtation! =)
Those tingles are fun, but also so hard!