I was really going to try to play out all three scenes in this Act of the Musical I call my life, but I couldn't remember the words he used. And let's be honest, his wording was way better than anything I can come up with. But I can give you the general feel.
Picture: me walking down the street, minding my own business (as I'm wont to do) Enter man randomly speaking to me. My mother taught me not to be rude when complimented (and for some reason, I always think of that in crazy situations where I really don't want to be talking to people anyways) so I reply with a polite thank you. But he's laying on the flattery. What are your secrets of being so beautiful? Please can you take my number? I'll go through the rest of the day happy, knowing I gave my number to a beautiful girl. You should know–if you weren't already aware–flattery will get you everywhere in my opinion. I'd be the worst teacher ever accepting extra credit in the form of notes of admiration
Anyways.... I take his number but clearly have no intention of calling him. At the time I'm still 20, still in school, probably worried about finals... wait...what are finals? Just kidding. But everything else is true. And he is like mid-to-late thirties, "Italian-American, hunk of burnin' love" his exact words were something to that effect. He was so cute with his not pressuring me for my number I accepted his in exchange.
Cut to 2 months later...I've deleted his number in one of my periodic let's-delete-people-I-don't-talk-to-from-facebook-and-phonebook phase. Then (bum bum bum) I'm walking one night (back last June when I was staying in Connecticut) from DANY studios, going to grand central and what do I hear but the exact same line someone else has said to me... *Well sir, that's not original* Finally I turn my head to acknowledge the poor guy who's been talking to me and I notice: *Hey* #Don'tIKnowYouFromSomewhere? In fact, didn't you say the exact same thing to me a couple months ago? His response: I just wanted to know if you remembered Well I did. I take his number, again. And I even get his name this time. I keep both for a bit longer, but I still plan to delete them. And my parting shot? Well, Giovanni, if I see you again perhaps the third time's a charm?
And wouldn't you know it. Almost a year later as I'm walking to the train at Herald Square late one night after work, I feel someone behind me. And I hear What's your secret for being so beautiful? I mean like....really? What are the odds? This time I get an email address. And since I'm not one to renege, I dutifully emailed him. It went a little something like this.
Soo....j***gio*****@hotmail.com is the third time the charm? I've seen you more times randomly in the past year than I've seen some of my friends. What are the odds? Let me know if you come up with a reasonable statistic =)
His reply
Mmmmmmmm Lucky me... if the spirit moves you then call me. The Fates must be smiling upon us... we shouldn't anger the Gods! Meet me before the end of spring?
And you know what?? I think I just might.... :-)
the rest is still UNwritten
This is DAD talking...Beware of Good Looking Italian Guys who use the same line over and over again.
ReplyDeleteRemember.. Three Strikes and you are Out. LOL.
Now having said that.. Stay Alert, Use Good Judgement, Do the right thing, and TRUST GOD.