“All potential lovers encounter a moment when the harbored crush becomes possible”
Taken from the book Service Included by Phoebe Damrosch
I know that I really like a word, a sentence, a paragraph when I can’t stop myself from reading it aloud. I read that sentence and the rest of the paragraph at least a half dozen times this most recent Sunday. I read it twice to the woman who gave me the book and several times more on the patio of the coffee shop where I began this missive.
With that sentence, all manner of moments – simple and complex, gestures and statements, plain old moments – bounded across my brain like a romantic kaleidoscope.
An ankle crossed against mine and left there
Feeling a charge when the big of my hand reached the small of her back
An invitation for a drink
The warm, breathy “thank you” that I felt against my neck as much as I heard it while dancing a salsa to the Latin-jazz band’s Afro-Blue
The sharing of personal space for no other reason than sharing’s sake
A last look over the shoulder to see if I was still watching
A certain long lashed ingénue saying “it’s too loud in here”
Sitting next to a blind date as she talks to another man and saying “I don’t think that’s the guy you’re here to meet”
“My mother warned me about men like you”
All of those moments were cosmic winks (which are as good as a nod to a blind man) filled with enough electricity to turn a switch in my brain if not my heart. Now divorced for more than a decade, within a five iron of age 40, I am still looking for my first last moment.
Tell me about your moments…