How very "new Age"! How strange indeed.
I have another one to contribute, in the vein of "Don't ever be too sure...."
I was seeing a man and it had become quite serious. One of my co-workers kept trying to fix me up with one of his friends. I resisted, naturally, as I was already enjoying a developing relationship. He insisted. I finally said all right to his argument, "You are two of the people I like most. I really think you'd hit it off."
His friend, Duncan, and I set up a date to go to dinner and a party. He wisely reasoned that if we did not "hit it off," a party we could both enjoy anyway.
He had the sexiest voice on the 'phone!
Still I had relatively low expectations. A blind date is fraught with the potential for disaster.
When I opened the door, my first thought was, "Oh, wow! Step into my parlor...." He was gorgeous!
We had dinner and proceeded to the party, but we couldn't seem to make real contact. A number of people were dancing, but we didn't seem to be able to get off inconsequent conversation. While he went to the bathroom, one of his friends asked me to dance; Duncan came out of the bathroom to find me doing the stroll with someone else and, apparently, thought, "Oh, well...."
Something snapped for me. I headed into the bathroom myself, put on a more vivid lipstick than I'd been wearing (in the hope that he'd pick up the signal), returned and asked him to dance with me. It worked... and we danced into the elevator and all the way back to my place.
We had a wonderful affair. The ending was not wonderful, which I regret, so Duncan, if you are out there on SI, you know who I am. Give a shout! |
