how sometimes a little reasuring is the last thing you need
i went out on friday with some friends from work. just a little place not far from my apartment where there are pool tables and cheap beer. and lo and behold there is a very pretty waitress working at said bar which makes for some good distraction when the conversation is slow and the pool table is in use by some other players in the group. despite all my reservations about aproaching people in a bar setting (meat market and all) and especially people in their workplace, i set out to start a short conversation with the pretty beer goddess.
come to find out that she is a grad student in english and a really interesting conversationalist to boot, in as much as i could tell in the very short span of the snippets that we talked. i told her that i would give her my number so that we could go and grab coffee sometime to really talk. this seemed the best thing that i could do, i didn't want to come off as one of the many people who i am sure try to get her number in the course of an evening. suprising to me, and to her to some degree, she gave me her number as well.
so this little bit of reassurance in terms of my atractiveness (mental and physical) was wonderful. an amazing boost to my confidence, and at the same time something much less pleasant. it made me to realize just how alone i am most of the time. what i mean to talk about here is not some pity trip, but rather a brief bit on how you can avoid the things in your life that you are not happy with as long as you are not reminded of them. talking to this beautiful person made me to realize how few beautiful people i have in my life and how much i seek just that. i am a happy individual, but i want to be a happy human. my solution to the current situation: eyes, ears open and patence.
how about you people? ever had the realization that something is lacking in your life because of a wonderful experience? a double-edged understanding maybe? spill it.