Dec 2015
You had set a date and you’re 10 minutes late.
You feel guilty, because you don’t have a reason for it.
You’d rushed in, head down, embarrassed and hot with frustration, only to realize your date isn’t there and she had no idea you were the one so close to being a fool.
You check your phone and realize she'd sent you a message about how she’d been busy, and would arrive about 17 minutes later than expected.
She apologizes, but really you thank her for the inconvenience.
The food had been set ahead of time. A three course meal at a restaurant you’re not familiar with. However, new soup comes steaming out. A meal for two.
You start on your own.
17 minutes late turns into 23 minutes after you’ve arrived, a total of 33 minutes; you feel alone, her soup is sitting there excavating cold with each passing moment. The soup is delicious: you think, and it warms you to know that at least something is right with the world.
Your hesitation in texting her mirrors your shame.
Of course she's not coming, women from photos like hers don't walk into lives like yours...
It isn’t too long after you’re done with the soup that your date comes in.
She’s beautiful beyond expectation.
Everything fantastic about life can describe her, and to you, again, nothing in existence can explain how perfect she is in this moment.
Like a drowning man in an endless ocean, you can’t help but reach out to her with every inch of your soul.
Biting her lip, she looks into your eyes, lost, until the tip of her soul touches yours.
You witness her red-lipped smile like a red rose bloomed.
You smile with grandeur, because it’s the only reflex that reflects your hopes fulfilled.
You stand up and ready her chair for her.
SCENE
You feel guilty, because you don’t have a reason for it.
You’d rushed in, head down, embarrassed and hot with frustration, only to realize your date isn’t there and she had no idea you were the one so close to being a fool.
You check your phone and realize she'd sent you a message about how she’d been busy, and would arrive about 17 minutes later than expected.
She apologizes, but really you thank her for the inconvenience.
The food had been set ahead of time. A three course meal at a restaurant you’re not familiar with. However, new soup comes steaming out. A meal for two.
You start on your own.
17 minutes late turns into 23 minutes after you’ve arrived, a total of 33 minutes; you feel alone, her soup is sitting there excavating cold with each passing moment. The soup is delicious: you think, and it warms you to know that at least something is right with the world.
Your hesitation in texting her mirrors your shame.
Of course she's not coming, women from photos like hers don't walk into lives like yours...
It isn’t too long after you’re done with the soup that your date comes in.
She’s beautiful beyond expectation.
Everything fantastic about life can describe her, and to you, again, nothing in existence can explain how perfect she is in this moment.
Like a drowning man in an endless ocean, you can’t help but reach out to her with every inch of your soul.
Biting her lip, she looks into your eyes, lost, until the tip of her soul touches yours.
You witness her red-lipped smile like a red rose bloomed.
You smile with grandeur, because it’s the only reflex that reflects your hopes fulfilled.
You stand up and ready her chair for her.
SCENE
I'm having a lot of fun uncovering my old writings (editing permitted, of course).
I had a powerful vision, and I still do, but my yearning for romance used to be stronger... I'll have to prime that passion once again over the coming years.
I hope that you like, nay, that you "love" this scene and what it speaks of love at first sight.
Our senses are heightened by disappointment and fear and then suddenly, our desires are sated by a person who fulfills the most taxing of our greatest needs.
Without food you die, but without love, you still die.
You die in a way that makes death seem insignificant.
I hope that you find love.
I hope that it is the kind of love where 1+1=3 (or more)
Without that you will never know peace.
I had a powerful vision, and I still do, but my yearning for romance used to be stronger... I'll have to prime that passion once again over the coming years.
I hope that you like, nay, that you "love" this scene and what it speaks of love at first sight.
Our senses are heightened by disappointment and fear and then suddenly, our desires are sated by a person who fulfills the most taxing of our greatest needs.
Without food you die, but without love, you still die.
You die in a way that makes death seem insignificant.
I hope that you find love.
I hope that it is the kind of love where 1+1=3 (or more)
Without that you will never know peace.
