Usually I don't give guys the time of day, primarily because I am in a relationship, but living in New York, I just don't have the time to stop and talk to every person who may approach me and the way most guys make their advances is downright rude. "Psss, psss, Ma..." or yelling "Damn!" when walking past. But on last Friday in Soho I was taken aback by the simplicity of one man's approach as he walked beside me, "You're very pretty." He said it with such a noncommittal expression. It was short, simple and nice, a vast difference from the men I encounter hanging out of windows or yelling from across the street to get my attention.
He introduced himself and told me he was a singer, "What kind of music do you like? I'm a male version of Sade." Although I was pleased with his manners, I was still ready to shoot him down, tell him I had a man and continue my mission in Soho until I saw that he just wanted to engage in conversation. There were no ulterior motives behind our chat, but rather like minds that had been summons together by the universe. I spoke to a perfect stranger for over an hour; we talked about God, faith, relationships and New York. I was intrigued by his conversation and knowledge. He had an energy that was palpable and strong; I liked it, it reminded me of mine.
After exchanging emails, we made several attempts to end our conversation, but one of us would either say something or quote someone that would draw our talk out longer. In this conversation he said things like, "It's about growth", "If I cry that means I didn't believe" and "My life is beautiful". It was a breath of fresh air to converse with someone who had such optimism, wisdom and was open about certain things in his life with me, a perfect stranger. Finally we peeled ourselves from our engaging conversation and vowed to keep in touch. I was stunned at how random our introduction was and stated that right before we parted. His response was eye opening, "That's what happens when you stop..."
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