My Moment
I arrived at my exercise class at the park and saw you walking along. When our paths crossed, we did the perfunctory side hug as our greeting. I felt your hand on my arm. Then I felt it as you dropped your hand next to my hand. I don’t know why, but I took it upon myself to search for your hand and place mine in yours: you let me. Next thing I knew, we dropped each other’s hands and started a conversation like my moment didn’t just happen.
For the next twelve hours, I played that moment over and over again. I even texted three of my friends just to make sure I wasn’t getting worked up over nothing. Knowing me, they knew that was a major move on my part. One friend didn’t give a written response; only sent emojis. One friend texted the age old song, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. And the third friend not only texted, she called. Giving words of wisdom about enjoying my having “taken a leap” but also to be mindful of whom I would be taking the leap with.
There in lies the heart of all that my moment brings with it. You sir, are a natural born playa. And I heard these exact words from your own mouth not even a month ago. I’m not naive enough to think that you’ve had a change of heart. Maybe your playing field has gotten smaller for some reason. Believe me, your reputation is known by several women I know. And because we grew up together, they think I may have personal knowledge: I don’t.
My Journey, My Story 