About a Guy

So who is he, and what was I actually talking about?
This is kind of what happened when I met the I-met-a-guy Guy:

I work where I meet a lot of people. He happened to be one of them on this particular day. Out of nowhere, he shows up with this electrifying energy that caught me a bit off guard. The whole thing was really fun and just, well, how do I describe it? For a moment I forgot where I was and what I was doing (that is working, at my job). Our meeting was brief, but left me looking like a smiley face on two legs. I was enchanted. Just in case, I jotted down his name on a little piece of paper. No particular reason, just if I would like to, oh I don’t know, Google him or something? Horrible things, I know, but it’s 2010.

Anyway, I was away from work for over a week. In the mean time, he had been lingering in my mind as the lucky, fun chance encounter that warmed me up here in cold Scandinavia.
On the day I get back to my desk, there’s a message for me. Someone had left me a card with something scribbled on the back. Before I turned it over to read, I think I already knew the name on it.
It was Him. My heart actually did gallop a bit.

So I write him (as he had left his email address), but I don’t exactly pour my heart out, as it was just a brief note.
That voice in your head that tells you that maybe he just thought you were nice and wanted to be kind?
I think that’s the one who wrote the email. But all the same, I sent it.

A day or two goes by, and I get an answer.
No room for doubt. He likes me. I think he might actually really like me, or at least must have done so on the day of our encounter.

So basically, we’re emailing. And our worlds are far apart. But I keep thinking that maybe this time. I know they’re just emails and fantasies for now, but heck, it’s a new year, and you have to start somewhere, right?

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