italian man found me.
on the world wide web over his morning espresso.
he found the beginning of my blog
and he started to read.
he got another espresso.
he read on.
he found another cafe and got some lunch.
he brought me with him.
happy hour found him with a glass of wine and cheese plate
he read some more.
and then, with another glass of wine.
he wrote me a very very lengthy email.
he told me i was beautiful, that i made him smile, he said i was smart and that he loved my writing. he told me he read my entire blog. the entire thing in one very long single sitting. he said don’t stop telling my story. he shared that he had a visceral attraction to me. he thanked me for my very good company.
and that was all he ever wrote to me.
i think often about the beauty of the internet
and what random meetings occur because of it.
that particular email interchange was a moment.
he had his moments that lead him to write
i had my moment in being the recipient of his praise.
that’s a very beautiful thing.
( thought i had posted this. darn it all. i hate when i get distracted)