find someone special

Finally got around to seeing X-Men United Friday evening. Pleasantly surprised, mostly because everyone had been so critical of it that my expectations were quite low. Afterwards, hung out with J & L who have both been regulars at the shop. L is a short termer since she’s just in town while training for a job up in Alaska. Fun, but not “someone”.

At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she’s sorry
For leavin’ what we’d begun
There’s someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone

The woman who sits next to me in the office today said, “you could eat fruit and vegetables together and go running. It could be a long lasting relationship.” This was in response to me receiving a phone call from a certain 43 Things user last night. This statement coming from the little bits and pieces of information I had shared with her regarding our ongoing correspondence.

Shifting gears…

What I found interesting about talking to this person (not the co-worker) was that I was nervous. I’m also very excited about meeting her and very nervous too. Normally, I don’t think I’m like this, but normally it seems like I meet people in person first; with a running group or at an Ultimate game or someplace I feel really comfortable. This is new for me, hence the nervousness. Once I meet her, I assume she’ll be just like any other person and I’ll be back to normal. I could be wrong here and I could start to ramble on about how I could be wrong and how she’s not like every other person, but then I’d eat up my lunch break without actually eating so I think I’ll post this and go find some food and stop the rambling.

I am a creature of habit. Change for me comes slow.

I’ve gone to the same QFC for the past three years and for most of that time to the same checker. She ignores the other customers to acknowledge me now which is always nice. You can never get too much attention. (Wait, maybe you can.)

So last night she was saying that her mom was heading down to CA, after I had mentioned Palm Springs. Which led to her mentioning, through some convoluted logic, that her birthday next year will fall on Mother’s Day which led to talk of her being 25 and she didn’t know if she’d ever had kids at this rate and her voice kind of died off.

I’m trying to decide if I should be happy at this news or run in fear. I have only been going there for three years, maybe I should think about asking her out at some point. Do I need to get a birthday gift for this year?

Here’s a pictue of AA that she’s using as her profile picture; at least until she changes it again.
I particularly like this one and thought I would use an awkward sounding sentence to make this declaration. This being because there’s not really anyplace for me to comment on it on her page and because I wanted to write “I particularly like”. She looks so relaxed and safe here.
If I could, I would use my to remaining two cheers on this entry. There are two reason I’m not doing that. 1) the damn system won’t let me 2) then I would be cheerless and who knows if it could carry over and affect the way I feel about tomorrow.

So that string that was leading out from me connected with that string with from that other person who is out there somewhere and it prompted her fingers to depress the keys on her keyboard and to send off a reply that traveled as little bits of data from server to server and found itself in my inbox in the form of an email.
That email spread a warmth throughout my body that was a beacon on an otherwise bleak feeling day. Of course, now she’s leaving town for week and the doldrums beckon though fate is kind enough to intervene with a four day trip of my own to Palm Springs.
Now I just hope that those strings become visible and that I can, in fact, meet her on her return. Time shall tell.

I find this interesting that I started surfing here and then writing here as a way to pass the hours by at work, but then I find myself in my great big building with 3000 or so other people and, yet, I’m all alone. And then there’s this other person in a building somewhere, also in downtown Seattle, I’m guessing, who also posts on here and is struggling through the day and I comment on something she’s posted and she comments back and there’s this invisible string leading out of my body disappearing out into the city, but I know that somewhere there’s this other person who also has this string leading out of her body and that somehow in the tangle and the snarl of the city, if only for the briefest moment, our strings are touching and we’re connecting. And though we’re all alone in our buildings sitting in front of our monitors, and outside in the city I could have passed her two or three times already this week on the streets and not even known it, we’re not alone and it is good.

—-abstractartist was using 43 People, saw your page, and clicked the “I
want to meet this person” button. We thought you might like to know!-

She wants to meet me :)