To continue the saga of the dream man...
I met him. I went down there halfway hoping that he'd be short and married. That way it could just be a weird coincidence, and not be what it was.... a really really weird coincidence. He is in fact, my height, single, cute, and intelligent. So much fun to talk to. I literally spent hours talking to him.
After a long hug goodbye, I went home that evening, wondering what had just happened- where was it going to lead... and there was still lots of just being flabbergasted by the whole situation.
He was planning on being in Ft Lauderdale to do another show the 21st, which was exciting. I'd get to see him right before I moved away- and hopefully figure out if there was more to this than just the random magic of first meetings.
We became friends on facebook and instagram. I sent him a message saying hi. There was a little bit of chatter back and forth, but mostly I got the withdraw feeling from him. Then a week before his arrival here in Ft Lauderdale I sent him a message- telling him I was looking forward to seeing him, to which he responded that he had had to postpone the show due to his grandmas 90th birthday party.
I was just confused at that point. Why. I have had these magical connections with people- the train guy, this guy- and others, but they go nowhere so why have the magic? These stories that make up my life sound like unrealistic fiction. One that if you read it in a book you would scoff at.
And then at 4:30 in the morning I get a phone call from him. It was only 1:30 his time, and he wasn't expecting me to answer, I don't think. hahah. But, my alarm goes off at 5 every day so by 4:30 I'm barely asleep. I look at my phone and stare at it in disbelief for a moment before answering.
He called to tell me he was sorry he was missing me as far as the times go- calling to tell me that there was a connection- and that I'm awesome, and beautiful, and inspiring, and ... you know all the things girls like to hear.
So he's going to be back here 2 days after I was supposed to leave. Maybe I'll postpone leaving, we'll see.
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