Friday Night Strangers

I met one of the cutest strangers last Friday. Then I found out he had a steady girlfriend in two countries. What a bummer. But. This stranger was the reason why I met another stranger, not the cute and fluffy type but more of the mysterious type.

He was quiet, only talking to people he knew. I couldn't really do anything because I was about to go and talking would be futile. A short wave goodbye and the next day I get a txt from a friend telling me that he seemed interested in yours truly. Me? Well, that seems a first.

Truth be told, I don't really remember what he looked like. I don't blame the alcohol or anything. I don't even blame the club and its dark corners. Honestly, I just wasn't that interested. I mean, I didn't go out that night thinking I would end up in a club in my flats with my work clothes. I just thought I'd have dinner with my college friends and have a few laughs along the way.

I didn't think I would meet him.

I do remember a few things about him. He had a very similar problem with him. Even my friends said that he reminded him of him and I felt put out because people tend to associate me only to people with the same problem. Let me get this straight right here right now. I do not intentionally like men who has the same problem as the president. I don't purposely go out of my way to like men who seem to have the first few signs of ageing. As a matter of fact, I thought the first stranger was cuter. It's just that his actions make me think of him less.

I do like the fact that I am meeting someone new. There's always a connection to the only person in the room  who smokes like you. As a matter of fact, the only problem I face is knowing that my good friend is trying to set me up with him. The randomness fail.

Supposed to meet him again this Friday. Maybe then he won't be a stranger anymore. Hopefully, this post won't jinx what is supposed to happen.

Someone Anxious