The Quiet Pull

You know when happens. You can catch the exact moment it does. The silent connection that flows from one end of the room to the other.

What causes it? That magnetic pull. When two eyes out of a sea of many meet for a long pause. A duration where even the noisiest of rooms grows silent. When you're not aware of anything or anyone else.

Words aren't necessary. Words could muddy the magic.

Sometimes words are okay, like, if the person in question is bold enough to walk across the room and say, "Hi, I'm...(blank)."

That happened once. He was bold, ballsy, enough.

Another longish pause as our hands clasped for a shake.

I was at work. He was at work. It wasn't the greatest time to chat one another up. I leaned to the side to get a better look as he walked away. We were going live in a matter of minutes, so yeah - bad timing.

But that magnetic pull...it's something "magical" isn't it? I feel silly calling it Magic. But it is. Cause it happens, like almost never. At least for me.

There are attractive men all across Toronto. But very few hold my gaze. It's that silent pull that leaves me speechless, where uttering a single word feels like a daunting feat. Me, a shameless flirt, dead for words.

So what is it? The pull. The silent draw... destiny? Where two souls are bound to cross paths? Meant to cross paths? And what if nothing comes from it but just those long seconds of silence. Is it to be left for another time?

Timber - You Hear Me?

And in this land of trees. Trees of all sorts: Tall trees, small trees, prickly trees, well-rooted trees, and hollow trees; we all fit in the mix somewhere.

I made the grave mistake of giving my number to a fella (I was at work). This is what history will note as a bookmark: Never to repeat, at least when passing a number so casually as I did. I never give my digits out. I must have been very tired that day.

So, he texts me some obscure dittie. Not saying anything valid, but in is mind it may have meant the world and sounded very profound. It wasn't. I write, I understand words, I get why people use them.

I didn't answer the text.

A day...? Passes by. I think nothing of it. It doesn't even register as a second, third, twentieth thought.

Remember. The text said nothing valid, no question. It read more as a statement. I literally shrugged when I read it.

So today rolls around, still rolling, and in walks the same guy. He asked me if I got his text?

Seriously?

He keeps asking, follows me as I'm walking. I replied, "no".

I'm at work. Don't bother me. Don't ever corner me. And never demand anything, especially when we are strangers. He told me to text him back.

I nodded. I walked away. I'm working. I don't have time to chit chat and make small talk, which I hate doing. I don't like 'fake' talk of any kind. It's either an honest conversation or no conversation.

He texted back. I haven't read it.

Aggression and demands are uncool and just freakin' insane when you don't know the person, and just the same when you do. 

Timber.