And, I hadn't been speaking of or to this (nicknameless) guy I saw several times in December 2009 and January 2010. He has rarely entered my brainwaves since we bumped cluelessly by each other at the Boylston/Berkeley Starbucks (and he didn't acknowledge my hello) almost 2 years ago.
Yet, yesterday. The other Starbucks on Boylston (755). Just done doctoring my iced black eye and turning to walk away, I feel eyes on me. Look to my left, and a man sitting next to the creamer station, scrolling on his iPad, with beard, glasses and heavy coat is staring at me with purpose.
My favorite kind of random Starbucks-on-Boylston guy. Not. I return to facing forward and head to my seat.
It's only 40 minutes later, once laptop is open and logged onto the shop wireless, that I see this message, sent nearly 40 minutes prior, via OKCupid:
Hey (Karin, yes?)No shit.
Good to run into you. I hope there are no ill feelings! You look good and I hope things are well.
I turned to where he had been sitting. He had already left.
There are no ill feelings, of course. Click back to January and March 2010 for my ambivalent feelings (and his ambivalent return of such ambivalence) for the situation as it ended. I simply had not recognized him.
As I theorized shortly thereafter in chatting with MSF, perhaps a reason Nicknameless and I never worked out was that -- nice and benign and as open to cuddling as he was -- he is the kind of guy who sees an old flame in a coffee shop and rather than sweeping up and greeting her and reintroducing himself, sends her an e-mail from 15 feet away.
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