Possible titles for this post: Better to Talk than to Stalk... Waterloo and the Shiny Gold Coin.... My Mother Belongs in an Insane Asylum....
I got home the other night and my mom cornered me in my room saying she wanted to go out so I said sure, where do you wanna go? So she tells me we should go to the Co-Op and sit at Starbucks. I, in my surprisingly trusting state, say "sure let's go."
So, we head to the Co-Op and sit in Starbucks when suddenly.....
Note: Names, events and places have been changed to protect both the psychotic and disowned.So, this complete stranger walks up to our table and goes... "Hi, are you Mary?" to my mom, to which she replies...
My, formally cool, but currently disowned mom: "Yes, are you Mish3al?"
Former stranger, now identified as Mish3al: "Yes"
Mom: "Hi, this is my daughter Summer."
Mish3al shakes hands with the both of us... all the while smiling in a somewhat creepy fashion... It is at this point that my gut reaction starts working overtime, informing me that it would be wise for me to get the hell out of there.
Mom: "Please, sit down."
Strange man sits...
* Red Lights and sirens go off *This guys' butt wasn't even fully in the seat before...
Mom: "I need to get something from the Co-Op... I'll be right back."
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Yes, my mom
abandoned me at Starbucks with this strange person! She was out of there before I could even get a word out! And here I am, in a hottie-filled Starbucks, sitting with this strange, slightly demonic looking, person! So, this guy and I sit there looking at each other for what seems like an eternity.. I am
totally wigging out and this guy is just smiling at me as if this were the most normal encounter in the world!
Him, whose name I can not bring myself to type (mainly b/c the name I made up is too damn annoying to type :P) : "You have no idea what's going on do you?"
Me: "No... What
is going on?"
Him: "Well, my mom knows someone who knows someone who knows someone
(This is all true, people... you can't make this stuff up.) who knows your mom. And they thought that we would get along and so I asked if I could meet you."
It is at this point that I know fully and completely, with the kind of conviction that stems from your very core, that we would most definately
not get along.
Chemistry...
real chemistry is the kind of thing you can't plan for. It is something that hits you hard in your gut when you first meet someone. It is that little voice in your head that says "Ahh... this person would be nice to know..." rather than "Where is the nearest exit?"... It is a feeling quite unlike any other.. A feeling which can not be summoned, duplicated or ignored.
I can't remember much of the rest of the conversation... suffice to say it wasn't scintillating stuff... It wasn't really his fault. I could tell he was trying (failing miserably), but trying nonetheless.. When it's not right, you just know.
Although there are ways to make matters worse... Illustrations of which shall follow in subsequent posts....
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The Only Thing Between Me and You is an Unavoidable Margin of Individual Judgment.-Layla