Yesterday I went on a small date with a very peculiar person. His idea of a first date was Starbucks (where he ordered hot chocolate) and a stroll through Barnes and Noble, it was perfect. As we slowly swept the book store, stopping in each section, we talked about a topic which related to that genre. I found this particularly sly in the sense that we really got to know each other very quickly. Religion, childhood memories, traveling, art we were able to talk about with ease. For some reason, his presence made me nervous. Not the kind of creepy nervous, but the nervous that comes from deep within yourself knowing that this person is something in this world. Not just another human existing alongside you, but a person who feels and searches for something more in this life. He had a way of speaking which was soft yet confident. I could tell he believed in himself. He spoke of Mind, Body and Soul which I found to be very enthralling. His words chosen carefully, maybe that’s his normal vocabulary, nonetheless careful. I imagined him in living in another life or era in time. Then he confessed he was intrigued by the 1920’s. Similarly, the 1920’s fascinate me. Although we did not go into detail on our similar love of the 20’s, I know there is more to be learned about him while discussing the era. When our date was over he walked me to my car. It was a slow journey from the book store, across the street and to the parking lot, and I took him in every minute of it. I believe I met this kind gentleman and great soul for a reason. Even if it was just one date, I learned something from this man. Life is lived at every moment. From the shoes we wear, to the leather jacket it is all a part of us. Living each moment for the desire of our hearts, acting upon instincts and feelings. If I never see him again, I would understand that our paths were not meant to blend into the same road. But because our paths did cross, I am eternally grateful. Thus, the photo of me laughing. It was a splendid few hours spent with a person which I hope to do again soon.
I leave you with this quote by my new friends favorite author, H.P. Lovecraft. “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” - ‘Supernatural Horror in Literature’ (1925)
(photo by connascott)