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type of man women fawned over, I had confidence enough in my appeal to begin a conversation and accept rejection should that be the response. My 6’ frame crooked to be on level with her 5’6” stature. “Seems like they solved their differences,” I said, with a motion to the table that had the ruckus. She lifted her head and agreed with a smile. Her smile. Have you ever heard of anyone feeling a smile? Because I felt the warmth of her smile travel throughout my entire body as I stood immobilized. The bravado and confidence I had planned to rely upon had vanished. At that moment, her smile erased every untruth that may have spoken, every leading question that may have been asked and any thought of filling just a lonely random night.
Never believing in soul mates or love at first sight, I did believe the universe will pull together certain circumstances. It is up to us to recognize and act upon what we are being offered. At those times, we rely on almost a sixth sense, a sensation in our psyche that many refer to as intuition. Whatever it was that day, I felt it. I knew it.
I had to find a way to catch and hold her glance because I was certain if that would happen, she would feel the same feelings I was experiencing. Recognizing the circumstances that the universe had provided, and not wanting to miss my chance, I leaned down to peer through her hanging hair and asked, “Anybody in there?” Not expecting positive results because a woman like her must be approached with regularity, I was still hoping she would detect that this was different. This wasn’t your average come on from a guy at the bar. This attempted introduction wasn’t founded on sexual expectations. I
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life