It would have been about two
weeks ago my roommate Sarah and I went to this little get together for a
friend’s birthday party. I am very social person but that particular night I
wasn’t feeling super up to par because not to long before this shindig I broke
my rib. So trying to enjoy myself was all I could do.
I decided I had enough walking
around so I plopped myself on a counter and people watched. Out of the blue
comes tall, dark and handsome with a corny pick-up line, “What are two
beautiful girls like you sitting over here by yourselves.” I looked at Sarah
and I think she laughed inside because all I could think was who is this cheese ball! He boldly
started flirting with both of us. It wasn’t a competition to win his affection
because I truly didn’t care. His attention focused on me, trying to analyze me.
Some of his comments were general and others more spot on. Then it was my turn.
One particular thing I believe that I am very good at is reading people. So I
don’t think he was prepared for I was about to say. I started off by saying he
was an extremely out going man, who had a lot of friends and was loved. But
used his extroverted personality as a shield sometimes. He then looked at
Sarah, who was still standing there like a loving friend, and said to her “wow,
she is good at reading people isn’t she?” I laugh thinking about it but she
responded with “Ya, she does that.”
Our conversation progressed from
flirting to one of depth. We talked about our lives, goals, and even spiritual
beliefs. We opened up to each other, and I could feel myself trusting what he
had to say. I could feel myself respecting him. In the middle of our
conversation he stated that I had said something that reminded him of a girl he
had taken out a couple of times. My first thought was OF COURSE HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND! But I realized I didn’t want a number
or anything from him. I wanted that conversation. I told him to trust himself
more and take care of his new budding relationship. I told him things that I
was learning to do for myself.
When it was time to part ways, I
didn’t feel sad that this guy wasn’t interested or that I probably would never
see him again. I left the conversation feeling a sense of comfort, knowing full
well the spirit had been there our entire time. I was so grateful for giving
him a chance.
My first post in my blog I
challenged myself to do this, to try to have an intimate conversation with a
stranger. I know myself well enough that I can have a conversation with about
anyone but its takes a trust within myself to be able to open up like the way
that I did. It was a freeing experience. We became friends on Facebook but in
all honesty I didn’t think I would see him again.
This last Friday was Halloween
party night. My friends and I got all dressed up to celebrate being young and
to dance our butts off. I was taking a breather from dancing when a man in a
skirt and a hideous wig slowly tries to capture my attention. I noticed him but
was ignoring him. Then as I went to refill my cup the man blocked me. I
immediately realized it was my new friend from a couple weeks ago. I was so surprised
and happy to see him. We started up as if the conversation had never ended. I
conveyed how grateful I was for the experience and I told him I would share
about it on my blog. He shared with me how I had impacted his life and I was
grateful that what I said meant something to him. He is an amazing man and I am
truly blessed to call him my friend.
I suggest giving yourself new
goals everyday. Taking chances on something new. Trusting yourself more,
because if you fall down Heavenly Father will be right there to give you hand
to get right back on your feet.
I am 20-something just trying to
figure it out.
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