Monday, July 16, 2012

Kinda Love At First Sight


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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