Have you ever had a real life rom-com moment? One of those moments that feels more scripted than random, like some omnipotent Hollywood handler was pulling your puppet strings from an unseen undisclosed location? For me, the timing was kind of perfect. After living a life mostly shirking away the concept of commitment and cringing when anyone said the words boyfriend or relationship within a 50 km radius of me, I’ve made the painfully conscious decision to open myself up more than ever to the idea of a someone coming into my life for a “something,” romantically speaking. Hey, it’s a start, okay? And that was as much of New Year’s resolution that I was ever going to make.
It was new year’s eve, but the eve part was well over. I managed to end up at a particularly epic house party right before the stroke of midnight, happy to ring in 2016 surrounded by so many amazing people that had inspired me and enriched my life in 2015.
After spotting and making eyes at a handsome man across the room, I proceeded to participate in a Polaroid photo shoot, play with a kitten, and dance my ass off surrounded by some of my favorite humans ever. But every time I looked in that cute boy’s direction, I would end up smiling and looking away like the shy girl that I most certainly am not. Shyness aside, I put the man out of my mind and focused on the task at hand – having as much fun and dancing to as much silly pop music as possible.
It was already a successful new year’s night – so successful that I needed a break. I took a seat in the living room to catch my breath and decide my next move. And just like out of a movie, I looked up only to see that the aforementioned handsome gentleman was settling in on the same bench where I’d chosen to take my party break. Inhibitions long since melted away thanks to free flowing alcohol and dance party euphoria, I took a breath, turned to him and struck up what became one of the easiest conversations I’d had with a guy in a long time. It didn’t hurt that we were both passionate about music, and he had one of the coolest jobs ever. The chatter flowed, the laughs kept on coming, fueled by a bottle of champagne I just happened to find resting on a nearby table. We passed the bottle back and forth between us, inching closer and closer as the conversation continued, until we were right next to each other. Even though our champagne bottle ended up being confiscated (who leaves a nearly full bottle of champagne just lying around at a party, anyway?), we still had a great time talking and joking around, and, to me at least, the chemistry seemed to flow effortlessly. It was just one of those truly fantastic flirtatious conversations with just the right amount of substance to give you a snapshot into the other person’s mind. It was truly a great first boy meets girl encounter… that is, until it abruptly ended.
With a start, the mysterious man leapt to his feet, pulling me up for a hug, and saying he had to go. And with that, the moment was over, and he disappeared back into the party, and I melted off into the new year’s night. Maybe I was reading too much into things, and he thought we were just having a friendly chat, or maybe he really did feel the same. I never spied a ring, but there could have been a super cool girlfriend type waiting for him, at home or elsewhere. Or, perhaps, there was something else I could have said or done, to keep the moment going, but I didn’t. I don’t regret it – in fact, it felt just right, ending things that way, leaving a smile on my face and a giggle escaping my lips when I think back to the hazy memories of that night.
So while nothing may come of my first flirtation of 2016, it was a great way to ease me into my new romantically open minded perspective.
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