I met this guy about a year ago. You might call it serendipity. I was sitting at the bar of a restaurant with a friend, feeling melancholy. My friend asked me what was wrong. I told her I was just sad and lonely. She proceeded to scan the restaurant then asked this guy to come over and talk to me. I gave her an incredulous look. I couldn't believe she was embarassing me by asking a guy to come over to talk to me. When he approached, we exchanged pleasantries. We asked each other the usual questions like what's your name, what do you do, and what's your sign. He said he liked to write poetry. So I asked him to recite one. He told me a beautiful poem that made me smile. This encounter felt different, I felt an actual connection with him. He seemed to have felt it too. He later walked me to my car. I thanked him for walking me to my car then gave him a hug. I can't explain it but we both felt some kind of spark as if we both wanted to kiss each other. We didn't kiss because we had just met. He instead kissed my cheek ever so gently. I got a text from him 15 minutes later saying he was glad to meet me and hope I got home ok. I texted him back telling him the same and told him to call me the next day, he texted back that he would. He actually did call me the next day. I was in shock, I couldn't believe a guy actually did what he promised to do. We hung out a couple of times, then I didn't hear from him for a couple of weeks. I didn't understand why he wasn't calling me. We seemed to have hit it off.
Feeling hurt, but was trying not to let it bother me. I went out with some girlfriends. We were walking down this street where all the bars were in a certain part of the city. I'm trotting along looking down at the pavement. I look up for a moment, I almost run into this guy that was walking in my direction completely in my pathway. It was him, my guy! Was this just coincidence or fate? Of course I don't give him the third degree as to why he hasn't called me, so that I didn't sound like a psycho. We both just stared at each other and said "hi". Both our groups walked to the bar across the street. I asked him how he's been. He told me he was kind of tipsy because he was just at a restaurant and drank a ton of wine. I just looked at him with my eyes a little wide, thinking to myself was he with another girl. He looked at me and said I was with my bestfriends as if he knew what I was thinking. There were many other incidences too where I can't explain how he was able to read my mind and vice versa. Also, there were other incidences between him and I, where it had to be more than just coincidence. We only hung out maybe 3 or 4 times before he pushed me away completely. Can two people really be that connected after only knowing each other for a very brief moment?