Today I went out with a friend. Although I had no expectations I was a little nervous because…well just because. I was fidgety, butterflies in the pit of my stomach, small beads of perspiration on my forehead…I was trying something new. But he didn’t know.
We went to a late lunch. We have so much in common. I feel like I have known him forever but simultaneously I felt like a total stranger. I felt like I could tell him anything but was afraid to tell him everything. I was happy to see him. Actually I was ecstatic…but he didn’t know it.
He was very nice. I didn’t expect anything different. Complimentary. I didn’t expect anything different. Tall, dark, and handsome. I didn’t expect anything different. These are the norm for him. A gentleman…that was not the norm for me. I haven’t been out with a true gentleman in quite some time. Someone who doesn’t have an ulterior motive. Someone who wants to have an actual conversation with clothes on. Someone who asks questions and actually listens to the answer. Someone who wanted to get to know me. Someone who asked me out verses the typical “want to come over and watch a movie” line which usually ends up with their hand on your breast or butt. I felt like a rookie…but he didn’t know it.
I let him take me on a new adventure. Simple as it may seem, I let him order my food. For those that don’t know, I am not that trusting. However, I didn’t even look at the menu. I actually said to him “I’m going to trust you.” He said “I won’t steer you wrong.” And I believed him. I didn’t question or challenge him. I did something I haven’t done in awhile. I let my guard down…but he didn’t know.
We talked, laughed, smiled, ate, talked some more until the food was gone and the table cleared. Then we talked even more. No seductive gestures. No sexual comments. Only stimulating conversation. Of course I was smitten by his charm. Yes, I noticed he has the most beautiful teeth. Sure, I noticed how soft his hands were when he grabbed mine while demonstrating how an old white lady hit on him when he was younger. Certainly, I noticed each time I inhaled that he smelled extra yummy. But he didn’t know.
He didn’t know that his simple greeting with a smile made me feel warm and fuzzy. He didn’t know that his laugh was contagious and made me laugh too. He didn’t know that the fact that he didn’t agree with everything I said was refreshing. He didn’t know that his simple statement “you are an attractive woman” without innuendos made me beam from the inside out. He didn’t know that yesterday, my calculations showed that there were very few good men left out there and they must be in Alaska somewhere. He didn’t know that he made my day.
Sometimes God will send people your way and although they don’t know their purpose for seeing or talking to you in that moment, you do. He didn’t know he was placed in my path to “reset” my thought process on men. And if by some odd chance I never see or talk to him again, that is fine. Because his purpose was filled for today…and he doesn’t even know!
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