You meet her a few times…

…but, only once will you be ready to face her.

“Hi. I feel like I know you from somewhere” 

“Yeah? Where?”

That was one scenario that came into my mind, in a flash of a second.

“Heey…” – with a sly smile and sleepy eyes.

In return, I just get a smile from her.

That is yet another scenario that popped in my head an instant after the first one.

What really happened?

“I think my restaurant idea is very good. Just look at the location that I have for it. It’s prime!” – my friend kept on talking about his dream of owning his own restaurant. He is an artist and is good when it comes to creating states of elatedness about things he is passionate about.

Me on the other hand, I am a MASTER of creating these states.

We were treading carefully on an icy walkway and talking about his dream.

“Of course. It is the perfect place for a restaurant”– I kept boosting his elation and trying not to slip at the same time.

You know that moment when involuntarily, you raise your head up, as if your body is trying to point you to something more important than the ice underneath your feet?

Well, my body just did that. And thanks to it, I saw HER for the second time.

The restaurant conversation became a noise in the background. The closer she was, the muter everything else became.

She was looking at me and smiling. She had that smile that I have set to get for myself on the first of January 2018. The EXACT SAME SMILE.

And as if that was not enough, She had that knowing look. One that KNOWS you, knows where you are, what are you doing and how far you have come. A look that knows much more than you can realize. It is a look that said:

“Keep it up big boy, just a little while longer”

I didn’t say anything just smiled back and kept the eye contact as she passed by me. No words would have had any impact at that moment.

Everything happened in just under 3 seconds. In the 5th second I turned around just to take one last sip of her.

“Damn. Nice butt”

That reminded me of an event that happened to my friend at New Years Eve.

We were sitting in a restaurant that played some very old folk songs and we were reminiscing the New Years night, amongst other things. He is one of those kindred spirits that I can talk to about spiritual and mental growth, and not only be understood by, but also provide valuable advice in return. Kudos dude.

“Do you remember when I was on the balcony and was trying to find you below in the crowd?” 

“Yeah… actually I don’t remember.” I really tried to remember what my friend was talking about but sometimes its easier to just be honest and say that I have no clue what he is talking about.

“Yeah you were wasted. Anyways, I was standing on the balcony, right?”

“Right.”

“And then I hear this voice from the left side:”

“Why are you so serious?”

“And you forgot all about me. Thanks dude.”

“Dude come on. Listen, ok? I turned to the left and this curly black haired girl, few inches taller than me was just standing there.”

“I am looking for my friend, he is scouring the podium for a couple of Bulgarian girls that bought him drinks and now he wants to return the favor.” 

“Where is he?” 

“And then she grabbed my elbow, came 2 inches from my face and started to look for you with me.”

He took a long pause and looked as if in disbelief of what he was about to say.

“You know me right? I WOULD KILL when it comes to women and work. Nothing will stop me to get what I want. And you know how black haired curly women, taller than me, are MY THING.”

“True” – I confirmed.

“But the Almighty me, fucking flinched like a… like a…”

“Like I do?” – I confirmed to myself in disbelief.

“More or less… and I became so afraid of that girl that I just said excuse me and left.” 

“Well dude you had that moment.”

“Which moment?”

“When you face HER. The total opposite and the total complement of you. The Omega. The half that completes you in every way imaginable. And you flinched.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You are just not ready for her. Or at least some part of you is not ready for her.” 

We paid the bill and left the restaurant that we were sitting in. While walking down the street I noticed the place where the imaginary restaurant of my other friend would be.

“What a prime position it will have. Damn.”

Cheers,

bb.

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