–The above quote brought to you by the Ghost of Christmas Present via A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
A spur of the moment post to satisfy my wanton needs. I do desire to write here more often, but I seem to fall into the pattern of having too many people from my current job to hide this from. And they would read it, too, believe me. And then tell everyone about it. Drama at work is never a good thing.
Anyway, let’s move on to the rest of the article, shall we?
Maybe it’s because it’s Christmas, maybe because I went to a fantastic wedding over the weekend and met many beautiful people, but I am feeling very nostalgic about the men I have met in my life. There are many that have come and gone whom I have crushed on, but few that have had the lasting impression that three, possibly four, gentleman will have on me. Why these gentleman in particular? Well, it is because they have known me better.
What I mean by that isn’t that they spent many hours/days/minutes getting to know me. It means that they noticed the little things about me and acknowledged them out loud. A rare quality to find. Others may say they have come to know me, but they saw the minute details, the details that stand out so brightly in my mind’s eye that even the gentlemen I crushed on the hardest don’t even compare. So, no, guys, it’s not you. It’s me waiting for you to see me.
The first time I was ever noticed for something small was by a guy in college. A wonderful guy, full of smiles, always welcoming, and with a steady girlfriend. We would always concoct such wonderful schemes together on how best to pull acceptable practical jokes. Like filling a fountain with bubbles or fish. (Usually bubbles would win out because we didn’t want to kill fish.) One evening, while volunteering together, he noticed that on my wrist was something new. Something that had been hanging around my wrist for perhaps two weeks or so, and he pointed it out and asked me about it. I can still remember how he tugged it, how I blushed when I thought no one noticed it, and how he took it all in stride and accepted it for what it stood. What really mattered to me was the he noticed it.
Then there was the guy who once caught me holding in my excitement, which I do a lot because people are frightened of it. I had just learned to successfully shoot a rubber band off my fingers, like a rubber band gun and had thrown my hands up in the air to celebrate, but then quickly reined it in when I caught him looking at me. No need to scare off anyone else by my true self. He stared at me for a bit longer before turning to face another direction. Out of the corner of his eye he told me that I didn’t need to hold in check who I am on his account. Not hold in my enthusiasm, but who I am. I am still taking this to heart for the moment I find the guy who’s right for me, I’ll know because he won’t tell me to hide who I am or cover my personality with what’s acceptable. Which is happening a lot these days. Hmmmm. That, is another story though.
The last one is more something that struck me as utterly flattering and intensely cute and made my life brighter. One day at work, I discovered the pool I was supposed to introduce to a guard was locked. So, I decided the fastest way in was to jump the fence. (Practical in every way.) As I was doing this and setting up my method for accomplishing this goal, the guard casually mentioned that I am tiny. From any previous posts you’ve read of mine, or if you know me, I do not view myself in any shape as tiny. Yet he did and it touched me because I realized just how big he was and how I really was tiny compared to him. It was…well, quaint. And made me feel completely different in his presence. Special, almost, that he would call me such. We still keep somewhat in touch, he of course having a steady girl as well.
The fourth one is uncertain. There have been a few moments with other gentleman and a group of people who noticed something small about me that surprised me–that I am selfless, that I am deeper than I let on, that I was letting fear rule my life– but none have impacted how I perceive I would want my guy to treat me, if I was dating one. Those first three gentlemen taught me more about how I view myself and want to be viewed than anything else and I am just hoping that one day I’ll be able to meet a guy who acknowledges these things in me, is not taken, and who will deign to want to ask me out on a date. One day. Perhaps. The future is quite uncertain.