Annie and I sat at brunch waiting for the rest of our friends. As the waitress brought our first round of mimosas, we caught up on the first date she'd had since her recent break-up.
"He leaned in to kiss me, and I burst into tears".
Keane had had a similar experience with a new friend of his as they were spooning in bed.
"He started telling me how beautiful my eyes were and I felt like I was going to cry" he told me.
What is it about these intimate moments that bring on a rush of emotion?
A few months ago I had plans for dinner and a DVD with a guy I had been talking to. Although he was nice and smart and funny I decided during dinner that he wasn't for me. We were having a good time and good conversation so, I thought nothing of continuing with the DVD portion of our date. There we were cozy in my apartment, in a comfortable silence, and suddenly tears began to well up in my eyes.
I realized that though it wasn't someone I was interested in, being with a guy in that intimate space felt good and I had missed it.
There is something painful about the offering of something you want from a place you don't want it to come from.
In my case the pleasure of a quiet, intimate moment mixed with the pain of sharing it with someone I didn't have feelings for resulted in a knot in my throat and tears in my eyes.
And so, we continue to wait for the time when what we want comes in the way we want it.
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Ha, that Annie. She's a gem. I think all that misting up has something to do with those X chromosomes.
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