"honey, i need your 'social'?" she asked entering the kitchen. "sure babe", i replied.
these are them. the conversations that i had thought, one day, might happen. i try to stay as observant as possible. this has been true since early on in my life. i would watch my parents interact with one another. i would watch the way my dad responded to my mom. the way she would react to his response, and so on, and so forth. admiration was among many things i felt, observing how my parents were with each other. they had these types of conversations. you know, the really intimate ones.
needing my social? yeah, to me that is intimate. that is trusting someone to the degree that you trust your lungs to do their job, gravity to keep you on the ground so you can interact properly in society, or brakes on a brand new car that you've never driven before (well maybe that is a bad example). you know, trust. when people ask for my social, my answer is only given after i have done due diligence in making sure this person is who they say they are. in the age of stolen identities, can you really blame me. it's harder than ever to trust someone.
and now here is this unbelievably gorgeous woman walking in, asking me for my social security number. and what i observed was how i didn't even flinch a muscle or pause a second, i just gave it to her. so yeah, these are the conversations i thought, i hoped i might have with a special someone. and now, they're here.
there is this really important moment that happens. when you realize that you found a place that you can truly be who you are, without pretense. when you feel a connection unlike any you've ever held before. when your hope is met with an embrace. when you realize, that home has found you...
i had my moment.
