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?
