Date 21 - Jack I
The Scene: The atrium of an event space.
The Attire: Hot pink circle calf-length full skirt, gray one-shoulder shirt, gray studded silver stilettos.
The Meeting: Approaching the door to the venue, I noticed a gentleman walking out and held the door for him. I saw him peering into the oversold event, he noticed me and scooted to ask, “Are you holding the door for me?”
The Environment: Chic attire, artistic expression, ready-to-mingle vibe floating throughout the air.
I answered yes, and he asked what was going on at the venue, after which I proceeded to explain the event. It was the inaugural pre-affair to the infamous Le Blanche event. He asked the admission price, and I explained that it was a sold-out affair, additional tickets were not offered, and you could not pay at the door. I actually happened to have two tickets because friends bailed, and it was last minute when I realized just how close the day was. I asked if he was interested, and I handed him my card. It was hot as the sun beamed through the glass door and covered me from head to toe unapologetically. So, I stated, “If you are interested, just call me, and I will come get you.”
Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, and it was him; let’s call him Jack since he is from Jacksonville, Florida. Upon entry, we vibed and engaged with ease, familiarity, and unabashed honesty. I noticed that he talked a lot and was not big on or highly aware of the basic unwritten societal rules, such as not talking when someone is presenting. I chopped it up to him being excited and grateful to be in a space to learn new elements of the Atlanta community since he was only four months in. He stated that we were officially on a date, and I simply went with the flow.
I welcomed his company as I was enjoying our conversation, his style, and quirky personality. We danced a little, he got himself a drink and offered me nothing espousing that he knew I didn’t drink, that’s why he did not ask or carry anything over to me. Not a drop of water, but I kept it pushing. We spoke until the end of the event and carried the conversation to our respective cars because he asked, and I, too, was enjoying. We talked for another 3.5 hours, which did go by rather quickly. We shared our personal perspectives and jump-started our trust by delving headfirst into sharing things we would not ordinarily share (as he suggested).
Note to Self: Expect the unexpected.
Shout Out to Men: Be open to everything.
Question: Why is it difficult for people to share their truths at times?
