You know that feeling when you liked someone? That tingling sensation that you often hear in movie dialogs but don’t quite know what it is?
It was this guy that I got to know back in the days. We can’t say we know each other, but he has heard of me, and likewise I have heard of him.
He messaged me one day in response to something that I have posted in a forum. In that message was his contact number. I sent him a text and it was a short exchange of messages, nothing moved; this was a year ago.
As I was looking through my archive of text messages, I saw a familiar unnamed number. I messaged that number again, and I got a reply. After a series of messages exchanged, we finally agree to meet.
He came over to my place, I saw him trying to back off for a moment, but eventually he let himself in. Perhaps he was surprised that my description of myself wasn’t that accurate; I described myself as an Indian
with big belly at the age of 43.
So I ushered him to sit around, brought him some beer and we began our chat. We had a great chat, with lots of laughs and teasing. He gave me that kinda feeling that I like, unlike the past where I meet people and we just could not engage in a conversation, this was different, and different at so many levels.