Confused
A funny thing happened to me last week. I was walking out of the elevator when an annoying woman who was screaming into her cell phone decided to shove her way past me. She shoved the gentleman behind me so hard he knocked right into me and my left heel. It was then I experienced an incredibly “pause-worthy” moment. You know, those moments where if your life were a movie, they’d allow it to run once, pause-rewind and show it again—this time in slow motion. Yes, I went falling forward on my face. BUT--don’t you just love these buts?—the man behind me actually grabbed onto my purse and part of my jacket. A knight in a shining suit. We both chatted it up for a second regarding that *^@#( woman who knocked us down and didn’t even bother to apologize. Here comes the kicker. As I thank him again and turn to leave, he calls out, “Hey! Can I get your number?”::Stunned::
It wasn’t so much because a complete stranger just asked me out. Or how unexpected that was. I was stunned because I felt nothing. When our eyes initially met entering the elevator, exchanging a moment of annoyance with the *^$* woman, to our final trading- I felt nothing. Not even a spark or flutter of possibility. And yet standing before me was a man who obviously thought otherwise. Did I miss the memo? What is happening to me?
posted by Claire @ 11:41 AM
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