Sparks
“Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.”— Taylor Swift, “Sparks Fly”
One of my boys said to me recently that I date “interesting” people. Oh, he doesn’t know the half of it.
It’s more that I “pick up” interesting people … and cannot get rid of them.
Case in point: I met a guy I’ll call the “Man in the Boat.” He took my number and called and texted … repeatedly.
I didn’t reply. Or even listen to the voicemails he left.
I’m an asshole like that.
My commitment issues get sparked pretty much after the first meeting.
Anyway it’s been two weeks. And yet today, he texted again.
I wonder what it was about me that left SUCH a lasting impression. The interaction was brief. I mean, he even wrote, “This is Scott — do you remember me?”
Honestly I don’t. Blue eyes, I think. *shrug* I remember thinking he was attractive, but nothing is coming to mind.
Anyway, I guess this makes me a horrible person. But I need that spark.
I’ve felt that connection with too many people, too many times — even if it was faint … and even if it was misplaced or just plain inappropriate — to be utterly uninterested when I don’t.
I already feel like other women got “my man” anyway. (More than one man. But not many.)
So right now I admit I’m a little over the universe and its fun little games.
The available ones are pretty lackluster compared to that fucking spark that fails to ignite when it’s probably supposed to.
Of course, maybe the lack of it is the universe trying to tell me something, which is what I’m going with here. But as for the presence of it in all the “wrong” places, far be it from me to understand why …