First Moment(s)

What we agreed upon is that we intersected officially on March___. On this night: we considered each other; which was a hard thing to do really, for it was so crowded that I myself had been drifting, anxious to stand. It is true that we might have met earlier, skirted by each other unknowingly— she often thought: if she could remember, if she could just trace back through… just maybe then I would appear in her memory like an overlooked personage in the background of a painting. But alas it cannot be traced any further. It all began when we were dancing and I asked her her name and blurted out that she was gorgeous.

Directly after that I felt a burning shyness that led to my dancing away and far back to the dim corners of the dance floor to tip my cup back and get another and regroup in the camouflage. Regroup: this really had begun just a bit earlier, just a half hour earlier, when loosely we were introduced (without even a handshake) and I noticed her leather gloves and caught her blue eye in the light in such a way that she seemed like a wolf who’d been traveling. Yes in the crowd she seemed utterly unpredictable and hungry and perhaps it is for this reason that I approached her.

I was thinking about the immeasurable distance between us; and I was dancing still, only because I was mirroring her. I was sure that I was seeing.

And already I’ve missed the instance directly after my having asked her her name and confirmed with her that she was from out-of-town (which was in some way involved with my courageousness) when I said I liked her Michael Jackson gloves and she said that He only wore the one and I sank back in my mind to confirm this, and again regroup.

I edged, in my way, towards the unknown. I said what I said.
And a month later we met again, and knew what to do.