what's your story

i was at a party alone....well i came alone. mingled with any party goers that would give me a chance, rather than just cliquing up with the people they already knew.

i was having a decent time, after all, i wasn't home alone thinking about how shitty i had been feeling the past few weeks.

it was the 3rd Friday (or sat morning) in December. i had finished my seventh semester in school, had gotten back from visiting Jen in Atlanta the previous week.

i wasn't at my best. i had my doubts about a lot of things, mostly men and myself.......probably other things i can't remember, but have documented somewhere in brief notes.

anywho, i was fairly tipsy, it was about halfway into the party for me, and people were getting drunker by the sip. i was laughing at the party goers and my friends....but was still kind of to myself. i was eating some homemade delicious pecan pie and drinking some cheap beer. somewhere between bites and lauging at the increasing craziness surrounding me in the kitchen, i caught the gaze of a guy just a few feet in front of me looking at me.

he said to me, right through the small group of people between us : "what's your story?"

i stared at him, slightly perplexed. i probably asked him to repeat himself. i know i thought "who asks that?"

because at this time in my life, i hadn't recently met anyone that cared to know too much about me. i was beginning to grow cynical about my relations with people.

he asked me again what my story was, and came next to me.

i remember saying something along the lines of "there is none" or "its fairly simple, i pretty much work and go to school"

he wanted to know what made me happy, or what i thought life was all about.

i didnt' really buy it, but this guy was charming, intriguing, not to mention.......very attractive.

bright blue eyes, soft looking lips that made you wanna take him aside at any moment, and a lovely curious smile.

very non threatening, and somehow sincere.

we pretty much continued to talk about things that were very interesting to me. he said his happiness was making other people happy, and he liked having free time, he appreciated hot showers, because they weren't always available in his past. etc. he asked me lots of questions about my views on things. i answered straightforwardly, because i had nothing to lose, and nothing to prove. most of my answers were pretty vague, mostly because i saw the scenarios as context specific. i assumed that he might have been more conservative (not in the political sense) and i would have appeared insensitive and uncaring, because of my answers. i wasn't really concerned though.

as our conversations went on, i didn't put too much weight on the situation, but i enjoyed talking to him. it was the type of conversation i never really got to have.

after awhile we drifted, but i still wanted to talk to him more, and eventually ran into him again. he wanted to keep me at the party longer, but it was getting late and i needed to go home.

we hugged, and i left without exchanging anything besides the names we had gotten earlier.

i walked to my car and wondered why i didn't get this guys number.

really, i knew it was because i had told myself not to try for anything anymore, i had just gotten hurt recently and let down on another occasion. i just didn't want to deal anymore.

i later came to my senses and found this guy on fb. GOD BLESS TECHNOLOGY.

we ended up agreeing that we had enjoyed talking to each other and would like to hang out sometime.

tbc.....