Matt

We started talking and surprisingly I wasn't disappointed within the first minute. That was when I sat up and paid attention. Suddenly I was engaged in the most energetic conversation I've had in months. Talking just flowed. There were so many things to pull me in and keep me going. When I finally came up for air, I felt disbelief and complete happiness.

We picked out music together on the jukebox. He had good taste without being a music snob. He's tall, thin, and confident, but I don't think that's the word he used. He says he's comfortable in his own skin. He has good teeth. He says he's fated. He's well-spoken, well-read, and smells good. He answered my silly questions. He says he wants to impress me.

I loved that we both sang the songs we picked from the jukebox. I loved that he left his hat to show me he was coming back. I loved that we effortlessly slipped into talking about the future. I loved that we talked about flaws and he teased me about mine. I loved that he switched to drinking soda so that he would remain lucid. I loved that neither of us wanted it to end.

I hardly know what to think. Part of me wants to jump in and go as deep as possible. Part of me wants to run away. But I won't. This is a gift. I will choose to enjoy this gift as long as it's intended.

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