Say you meet "The One"... (part one)
then what? Miraculously, the puzzle pieces fit together effortlessly and its happy-ever-after time? What if he isn't "The ONE" yet? Or what if you aren't.
I think I might have found him, and as it is found him again... but I am still plagued with the nagging suspicion that he isn't entirely convinced; probably because, as is my usual nature, I have allowed ambiguity to explain my seemingly irrational feelings.
Oddly enough, the fact that this situation and the elements at play are not unfamiliar, actually they seem to be exactly how I would figure something like this would play out for me.
So I am "virtually" reunited with a person I had long forgotten. The story begins at Chuck E Cheese (yes a classy and romantic establishment indeed) where I was attending the birthday celebration of my nephew. Amazedly, admits the waist high blurs that scatter from machine to machine jingling their coins and bubbling with anticipation of claiming another paper ticket to trade for cheap, trivial trifles, my eyes rest upon an oddly familiar face. It was longer and certainly the long sideburns and goatee had not been present, but still the face of a boy from my past was standing before me.
Suddenly I was struck with the memory of his first name, I will call him Randy for now :) But that was all I could remember and that I had had a crush on this boy back in Jr. High school. It was not long after that moment, when I couldn't stop looking in his direction without being found out, I snuck outside to smoke a cigarette and clear my brain.
I was probably 12 or 13, this was before I or right around the time in my life when I began gaining weight. I saw a boy that I just found to be beautiful for some reason and I felt moved to write about it. So I did, in my journal. I have journals... duh... only then, they where still in book form :) I wrote what normal luv-struck hormone swinging girls do... I doodles our names together, my first and his last, I wrote about encounters with him probably... silly things, but most likely the truth as I was seeing it through youth eyes. All of what I remember is that I had these feelings for him. My best friend at the time and I shared a locker. Now Im fuzzy on her motives but she handed this journal of love to Mr. The One in where he stood reading it aloud to anyone who would hear before the start of like 1st period.
This was the first time I had really ever liked a boy. The first time I had that part of me opened by someone. And he stamped it out quick and with amazing accuracy. I ended up changing schools in 8th grade because of the way I had been treated. I never really thought about it like that though until now.
So I sat on the bench (in the middle of winter, Las Vegas) that sits in front of Chuck E Cheese; perched viewing the majestic parking lot and part of the 215 freeway. But my mind was in the past, desperately trying to remember the name of this boy, a name that I had doodled so intensely nearly 15 years before. But all I could remember was his first name and that I had had a huge crush on him before...
It was a few months later that I found his face again. This time it was an ad on a dating site that I was also registered for. I looked at his picture, which barely looked like him and didn't even do him justice, read his profile stats... I couldn’t help but smile inside...
He had somehow gotten his chatting Id into his profile so I sent him a message.
"I think we may have known each other in another life. Did you used to go by the name Randy?" and that was it...
The next day when I got home he had replied that he was and "What was I talking about?"
To be continued :)
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I think I might have found him, and as it is found him again... but I am still plagued with the nagging suspicion that he isn't entirely convinced; probably because, as is my usual nature, I have allowed ambiguity to explain my seemingly irrational feelings.
Oddly enough, the fact that this situation and the elements at play are not unfamiliar, actually they seem to be exactly how I would figure something like this would play out for me.
So I am "virtually" reunited with a person I had long forgotten. The story begins at Chuck E Cheese (yes a classy and romantic establishment indeed) where I was attending the birthday celebration of my nephew. Amazedly, admits the waist high blurs that scatter from machine to machine jingling their coins and bubbling with anticipation of claiming another paper ticket to trade for cheap, trivial trifles, my eyes rest upon an oddly familiar face. It was longer and certainly the long sideburns and goatee had not been present, but still the face of a boy from my past was standing before me.
Suddenly I was struck with the memory of his first name, I will call him Randy for now :) But that was all I could remember and that I had had a crush on this boy back in Jr. High school. It was not long after that moment, when I couldn't stop looking in his direction without being found out, I snuck outside to smoke a cigarette and clear my brain.
I was probably 12 or 13, this was before I or right around the time in my life when I began gaining weight. I saw a boy that I just found to be beautiful for some reason and I felt moved to write about it. So I did, in my journal. I have journals... duh... only then, they where still in book form :) I wrote what normal luv-struck hormone swinging girls do... I doodles our names together, my first and his last, I wrote about encounters with him probably... silly things, but most likely the truth as I was seeing it through youth eyes. All of what I remember is that I had these feelings for him. My best friend at the time and I shared a locker. Now Im fuzzy on her motives but she handed this journal of love to Mr. The One in where he stood reading it aloud to anyone who would hear before the start of like 1st period.
This was the first time I had really ever liked a boy. The first time I had that part of me opened by someone. And he stamped it out quick and with amazing accuracy. I ended up changing schools in 8th grade because of the way I had been treated. I never really thought about it like that though until now.
So I sat on the bench (in the middle of winter, Las Vegas) that sits in front of Chuck E Cheese; perched viewing the majestic parking lot and part of the 215 freeway. But my mind was in the past, desperately trying to remember the name of this boy, a name that I had doodled so intensely nearly 15 years before. But all I could remember was his first name and that I had had a huge crush on him before...
It was a few months later that I found his face again. This time it was an ad on a dating site that I was also registered for. I looked at his picture, which barely looked like him and didn't even do him justice, read his profile stats... I couldn’t help but smile inside...
He had somehow gotten his chatting Id into his profile so I sent him a message.
"I think we may have known each other in another life. Did you used to go by the name Randy?" and that was it...
The next day when I got home he had replied that he was and "What was I talking about?"
To be continued :)
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