I met the most amazing man this week. Funny and smart, attractive and interesting, accomplished and confident. I didn’t know this man existed. Merely being across the table from him made me feel like I was in the presence of someone incredibly special, and honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way before. And more than anything, it gave me a renewed hope and confidence in myself. An amazing man can find me interesting. I can attract someone like him again. There are wonderful men out there in the world. They do exist.
I’ve never had a chance meeting like this before. And though the time we spent drinking beer and talking was sadly short, it was the best evening of that caliber I’ve had in a very long time, maybe ever. And of course, being in the moment can make me overly emotional, allow me to attach too much significance to something that in the grand scheme of things, is largely insignificant. But it also allows me to appreciate amazing when its sitting in front of me. And he was truly amazing. “It was enchanting to meet you,” sings Taylor Swift. And I get it now; I understand that amazing can happen.
I had the pleasure of meeting a person who willingly exposed his story, and who patiently listened as I exposed mine. I opened up. And it was really hard. But I know I can do it again, and for that I’m also quite thankful. The part that brings tears to my eyes is that the chances we will ever meet again are very slim, so unlikely in fact, that my heart aches. But at the same time there is peace in that knowledge. I’ve locked the memory away and its unlikely anything will ever tarnish it.
“This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you” ~ Taylor Swift Enchanted