A One Night Chat

It's one of those rare but great conversations that you have with someone you just met. It's an unexpected meeting, not planned or premeditated, and you're wearing something you threw on last minute unsure about whether or not you remembered deodorant. You start talking and keep talking, and there's no awkward silences or lulls in the conversation. The server or bartender can barely get a word in to see you if you want a refill or are ready for your check. You find that you both appreciate the same things about the Catholic church, or you both love American literature (but only the early 20th century stuff), or you both think Kanye is genius despite the fact that he's a huge douche. He thinks you're funny, and you think he's real. An hour into your talking and you already have inside jokes and deeper understandings about where each of you come from. You laugh loudly and you nod enthusiastically and agreeably, and so does he. You can't stop smiling because there is this person right next to you looking different from the rest, and even though it is incredibly cliche you honestly think to yourself, "He really gets me."

And as quickly as this remarkable, interesting person comes in to your life, the bar closes or you have somewhere else to be, and soon he's gone. Sometimes he asks for your number but doesn't call, sometimes he calls but it's too late, and sometimes he simply shakes your hand and walks away.

But then it helps to remember that this person you might not ever see again was a person you didn't even know existed hours before, and you can't really be angry or disappointed about that. And even though the conversation ended the same night that it began, it was nice to talk and to imagine for a few hours anyway. And it will likely happen again, and again, and someday one of these remarkable, interesting men might actually get you the way that you imagine.