What is life but a bunch of random meetings?
(c) A Lo
I once randomly met a woman I dated for over a year at a cocktail party on 76th Street.
Met another woman who stood outside a phone booth in Columbia waiting to make a phone call.
Met yet another one who sat on a park bench north of Astor Place.
And I met Blue Jean Eyes in a random class in a random school at a random moment in my, admittedly, random life.
That last one ended just as randomly the other day. I think. There’s definitely something about her and me that I just can’t put my finger on. While it takes two people to get into a relationship, it only takes one to get out of it.
But you knew that.
I’m ok, though. I was hoping for a nice summer at least but you take life as it comes. She’s great. I wish her only every good thing.
As for me, I’ve dusted myself off, gave Gio and the guys a call and got out and about. Had a weekend that I barely remember and a Monday night in front of another blue-eyed girl who told me I was having a great time.
I laughed.
I read once that the Universe expands by a billion miles in all directions every hour.
Isn’t the intersection of fate and luck fascinating?
Well, sad and disappointing at times, but fascinating nonetheless.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Location: @8:30 yesterday, dinner at the Manhattan Diner
Mood: Sick
Music: Hey Lloyd, I’m ready to be heartbroken