New York Story: I Met This Woman

January 21st, 2010

I met this woman.  There was this house, and I walked into the house, and met some old friends there, and there was this woman standing near a window.  I can’t remember if it was a window by a wall, or one of those windows that also serves as a door.  A sliding glass window, I think they call them.  There was certainly a window, though, and that’s very important, because a window always means more than a window, and it always has more weight than the glass and the frame.  I don’t remember anything else about the house, or the reason for being there, because I met this woman, and that’s what started things turning.

The following day was akin to madness, because at some point, I would see her again, and at some point she would have spoken to my friend, and at some point she would know that I was asking about her.  I spent the better part of the night staring at her, and then talking with her, and then after that talking to my friend.  There may have been a party there, but I really wish I could remember for sure, because if that were the case, it would be something we could talk about.  Instead, I check into my luxury Manhattan hotel and think about how the city is cold to so many people, and has always been so good to me.

I spent the early part of the evening trying to think about what I would say if we talked about how we liked each other.  Because I would eventually have to admit that I could not stop thinking about her, and I didn’t want to tell her this was only because of her beauty, which can seem shallow and suspect to the whims of time.  I wanted to give good reasons, based on something in the past that reminded me of her, and that way there would be a history.  And even if she saw through me, we could still have a very good conversation about the history, and that could lead to something much more exciting.  Instead, I spent some minutes staring at my palms, trying to erase the unbearable weight of constructed histories, unaware that I was utterly charmed, and falling slightly but quickly in love.

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