Morning walk
Met a guy yesterday. Generally not an unusual occurrence. Nor the way it played out.
I walked to Starbucks in the morning and was walking across the bridge on my way home. He was in front of me and slowed down to talk.
We had a nice conversation (it’s a long bridge) and he was going to go to the beach at the end of the bridge, and I was going to hang a left and head home.
I said enjoy the day, and he asked if he could walk with me a little while longer.
I said no. I was thinking, “Never let them know where you live.”
He pleaded his case, “You’re so funny! I loved talking with you. I enjoy your smile and want to keep talking with you.”
Now, how sweet was that, right?
Here’s the thing.
I know I’m funny and interesting and just plain awesome when I want to be. When there’s no pressure. When there’s no reason to care either way what kind of impression I make.
But the point I really want to make is sure I may be brilliant to him, but was he to me?
Not really.
Men have the ability to chat up anyone, so he’ll find someone else.
And I expect to find someone else … one who gets me all tongue-tied and twisted because I’m so enamored and eager to impress because he’s dazzling MY brain.
It can happen. It’s gotta happen … right?