beautiful encounters number two

so i met a guy at the train today, all i wanted was to get off at the next stop and take a walk in the rain by the lake, but he talked to me while i was texting back a friend "don't you find texting a little unpersonal"? i looked up and saw this nordic looking man in his mid 30s, he reminded me of a loaf of barely baked white bread, ash hair, a touch of gold for eyebrows, unframed bleach blue eyes, pouty pearly lips. his tone was neutrally inquisitive, not this "you young people don't know what real communication is about anymore"

i didnt know what to answer, really, i wanted to say that simply it is practical, but then we ended talking about body language being half of communication... I thought this might turn into a nice conversation so i skipped my stop. then he commented on my clothes, how my pink hello kitty bag (which is becoming sort of my trade mark) is assorted with my pink shawl i was wrapped in, and how it goes well with my wine red cardigan, and how although i am showing off so much pink it looks well combined and not kitschy. now this, people, was one of the nicest compliments i have received so i thanked him and even threw an extra smile in :-)

after that i pretty much understood it was not going to be a conversation really but more of a monologue with a listener. i left the talking to him and i just listened and nodded encouragingly, interested, surprised, or with a question mark all over my face.

he told me about the differences of the germans and the swiss, then the different cultures within switzerland, then some linguistics, comparing german and english, some swiss history, his childhood, his brother, his sister, and some more personal issues. This went on for maybe 20 minutes and I was trying to actively listen, sometimes my thoughts wandered off and i brought myself back to listening, he did know a lot of stuff and I liked his voice, too. well when someone has a beautiful voice and speaks from the belly up instead of from the top of their head, it is so much easier to wander off, i get almost hypnotised.

20 mins later he realised, "oh no, which stop are we at? you are so charming i forgot to get off" (men can be such bullshitters) He should have gotten off at that stop by the lake where I wanted to get off, originally. Off we hop and into the next train back. He said, did you miss your stop, too? for another 20 mins he talked more, and i listened better. we were alone. told me about his travels, some spiritual experiences, his past, his present. i hardly put a word in, and i was perfectly comfortable with that, and with his openness and this verbal "intimacy".

then we got off at the lake, and he had to take another train home.

before we said good bye, he said it was nice to meet you and that you listened so carefully, sometimes i feel so lonely and people usually dont listen like that. again i had received such a beautiful thing to hear. i said thank you, anytime. and when you feel lonely, try out different people until you find one that will listen. and if this encounter hadn't had that therapeutic touch to it, i would have kissed him without further intentions.

coming home i wondered if i d ever bump into him again, or why did i have to meet him? for me, it was a reassurance that working with people in the long run is exactly what i want/need/ am supposed to do. and another reminder of my bisexual moments as of late, say, a month. or do i need to get laid that bad. sigh. anyhoo.



other than that my friend called from the hospital and obviously doing fine, seeing as he was flirting with me over the phone. so had to make it clear he can go on flirting all he wants but really he can forget about it turning into anything more. a couple years ago i would have let that pass thinking "he is just flirting in a friendly way" and i would continue to be just as nice as before thinking he would get the message i m not interested in "that" way. but now i thought you know what, fuck that false modesty, i know what he's hinting/hoping at, so draw the line already. i neither went as far as explaining why nor lie about liking exclusively women.

so yeah, why the hell am i suddenly so popular with men? even my flatmate told me twice i look pretty. i look the same shit i did a month ago. (or is it because of all this sitting down and breathing lately?? in that case i shall use it daily morning and evening as my new beauty regimen)

but basically, where are all the lesbians who should be standing in line for my number!? huh!!