You know the scene. Boy and girl spot each
other across a crowded room and their eyes lock. Sparks fly. They run over to each other
and their love affair begins. So ridiculous, right? Well it happened to
me the other night. Kinda.
I
had been at my friend's house for some wine and appies and us girls decided to
move the party to the bar. We drove downtown and after waiting in a line
for a little bit get into the club. I head over to bar but out of the
corner of my eye I spot a table of guys. They were cute. Well, one
guy in particular was cute. I say as much to the girl standing closest to
me. She was a new acquaintance who I had just met that night.
From the party, I had learned that she was a ballsy, take charge type
girl so what happened next shouldn't have surprised me that much.
She turned to me and said "Okay, let's go talk to them".
Uh, uh, this is not something that I, Summer DeMilo, do. I'm all
about sending off a sexy vibe so that a guy will come over to talk to me and
then going home extremely disappointed when he doesn't. Could I really
just walk over and start talking to this cute guy? The wine in my system said
yes and she pulled my arm and off we went. She introduced us and I made a
joke that these guys must not be from here and the cute one perked up. He
wanted to know where I thought they were from and why. So, we started
chatting with each other and next thing I knew we were splintered off from the
group. And I was actually flirting with him. Successfully! I don't
know what tear in the cosmic structure of the universe was happening but it was
easy to do.
It
gets stranger: he was clearly as into me as I was to him. What was
happening? He kept saying to me "You can't be for real. You
can't really exist". He was in as much disbelief as me that our
connection was so strong. I felt like I'd known him forever; yet it was
still exciting and new. I kept wanting to pinch myself - was he real?
Maybe it was the wine and pulsating music. Maybe I was hallucinating.
Like Carrie Bradshaw said when she met Burger: "I was so
hungry for a spark, I hallucinated a man." God knows I'm certainly
hungry for a spark. Especially with a person who lives in my town and not
in my favourite holiday spot.
I
guess it remains to be seen if I was just having a wine induced hallucination
or this guy turns out to be the real deal. And if he does, gulp, this
could be a game changer. This could be love. Kinda.
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