Mystery Sparks
I was out at an appointment late this afternoon and since I knew I had nothing at home for dinner, I decided to take a little detour on my way home to an upscale grocery store where I know they sell fresh sushi. It’s a detour I take from time to time, because I love sushi and since I live in a small rural town, I have to go seek it out (a fishing expedition, so to speak). So I grab my sushi sampler platter and head to the check-out. While waiting for the cashier to finish, the gentleman in front of me looks at my sushi selection and says “Wow, that looks good.” A polite exchange ensues: “I hope so, its dinner.” “Hmm, I went with Mexican tonight.” “That sounds good too.” The cashier hands him his change and he picks up his bag, “Well, enjoy your dinner.” “thanks, you too.” (SPARK!)
What was that? How can you exchange a few lines with a stranger in the grocery store and get a spark?! I couldn’t even tell you what the guy looked like because I didn’t exactly look at him. It wasn’t a physical attraction anyway – I think it was something in his voice – it was sort of soft and deep and very kind. I can’t explain it, but it made me wish we had more time to chat. (Why? Where was that going to go – “hey baby lets mix my Mexican with your sushi and we’ll make some great Ceviche?” NOT!) In fact if he had hit on me in any way that would have ruined it (but he didn’t seem like the type – he was just being friendly). But I left the store thinking, hmm, I’d like to have a coffee with that guy and get to know him better. Why? What’s up with this?
I don’t know, but I’ve experienced it before, not often, but once in a while. And it’s usually an exchange just like that, where I’m never going to see the guy again and it’s a minute exchange. It always makes me wonder where that spark comes from; what chemistry between two complete strangers in a matter of moments could possibly exist. And if I felt it, did he too? Probably not; and it doesn’t matter; I’ll never know. And as long as I never know, he can remain this perfect guy with a great voice. . . . The one that got away!
It’s enough to send me back for another fishing expedition.
What was that? How can you exchange a few lines with a stranger in the grocery store and get a spark?! I couldn’t even tell you what the guy looked like because I didn’t exactly look at him. It wasn’t a physical attraction anyway – I think it was something in his voice – it was sort of soft and deep and very kind. I can’t explain it, but it made me wish we had more time to chat. (Why? Where was that going to go – “hey baby lets mix my Mexican with your sushi and we’ll make some great Ceviche?” NOT!) In fact if he had hit on me in any way that would have ruined it (but he didn’t seem like the type – he was just being friendly). But I left the store thinking, hmm, I’d like to have a coffee with that guy and get to know him better. Why? What’s up with this?
I don’t know, but I’ve experienced it before, not often, but once in a while. And it’s usually an exchange just like that, where I’m never going to see the guy again and it’s a minute exchange. It always makes me wonder where that spark comes from; what chemistry between two complete strangers in a matter of moments could possibly exist. And if I felt it, did he too? Probably not; and it doesn’t matter; I’ll never know. And as long as I never know, he can remain this perfect guy with a great voice. . . . The one that got away!
It’s enough to send me back for another fishing expedition.
posted by 10-8-ious | 9:52 PM
2 Comments:
I think Ceriviche has sexual undertones to it. Female anatomy maybe.
That's happened to me before a few times I thought it was indigestion.
Happy fishing. Don't let the big one's get away.
Guess what--I figured it out. Now I'm feeling sorry for RJ and he is probably thinking I should just shut up my computer. I got on to look up the weather and look for a floor lamp on ebay and here I am blogging.
Good thing all those sparks didn't cook your sushi!!
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