This Summer I have been less than impressed by the dating
material that has been set in front of me.
Prime example: When a “Call me Maybe” situation arose, the time came to
exchange numbers with a beautiful man. He
looked me dead in the eye and said, “I’m really bad with numbers. My assistant is around here somewhere.” As he looked around the party, two red flags popped up. One:
He may not be interested in me and is giving an excuse when he won’t
be calling me. In which case, why
should I share my number with him? My
number is sacred…every woman’s number is sacred! Second red flag: Does he really get that many
numbers? Does he really have an
assistant that handles all of his lady’s digits? I think I’ll pass on this headache. My reply before my friend and I walked away,
“You can’t have my number.”
I have gathered some entertaining stories during these few summer
months. Some of which may or may not
make it into my next book. Other Summer-time
love reports, I will save for when I’m old, grey and no on one truly minds what
a 90 years old little lady did in her youth…no matter how bold or brash.
But…
Recently, I felt a click and a pause in my thinking. All of a sudden, something changed within how
I viewed a friend. I no longer considered
this person strictly on a friendship level but now I have acquired an intense
infatuation. The flip has been switched, I’m armed with curiosity and a strange
new sensation. I can’t help but know
that everything is different. All
because of one everyday moment that for me, has become special.
I had been walked home plenty of times before: by friends
and by dates. I usually hate this
because of the knowing that there will be an awkward moment at the end where
you and the other person are standing on the side of the road knowing, “This is
it…see you later…maybe.” But this was
different. He carried me up the street
because I asked him to. My feet hurt and the Champagne I was drinking that night caught up to me very fast. This could
have been the crescendo to the realization that I had feelings for this
person. Even though I was under the
influence, I still can remember my face resting in the cranny of his neck. I remember thinking, “I must be too heavy for
him to carry.” In all honestly, it was
sweet of him to do so and why wouldn’t my heart be won over by someone lifting
me up and carrying me home. This was nice and for a brief moment, for lack of a
better word, it felt right. An innocent
gesture of him carrying me home was not of someone trying to seduce me, simply
a good person that was there to help.
When I climbed down from his arms, we said good-bye and I said “Thank
you”. I started my walk up the road to
my house. I looked back to see him looking directly at me. In a way, it was a very intense experienced for
me. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself
and this rarely happens. At first, his
stare made me uncomfortable. When
someone holds his or her glance at me for an extended period, the moment feels
very intimate and foreign. I yelled to
the bottom of the street where he was standing, “Stop looking at me!” Or something to that result…
His answer back would be that of a grenade thrown into my
brain barracks. His initial statement
would be the release of the pin, “I want to make sure you get home safely. Chivalry isn’t dead for some guys.” I continued my staggering steps toward my
front door. One foot in front of the
other later, I looked back just to see if he was still there. He was.
His stare had not changed in intensity. Typically, by now, most persons would have
gone on their way. It was at this point,
I wanted to march myself down the road and ask him, “What do you think you’re
doing?” Point to where he needs to be
and let him know he should leave! I
didn’t. I turned my toes toward my
house and put one foot in front of the other once again. Just two-steps more, I turned around to see
if he was still holding his ground. He was. That’s
when the grenade went off and “POW!” I
have a new crush. I had a few more glimpses
back until I reached my front door. I
waved my hand good-bye and he walked away.
I watched his body become a shadow and disappear.
This unintended encounter gave me a chance to rethink what I
want, what type of person I want to be with and what I want to be to someone
else. I know for this person, if was a
mere instance of them helping a friend, nothing more than that. And he did just that in more ways than he
could imagine. For me, this was a possibility to
know that sometimes people may surprise you in the most usual of ways and chivalry
will keep a girl wanting more. There's always the possibility that something could go from creepy to absolutely wonderful.
