Easy.

“Why was it so easy” she asked?

I don’t know. I really don’t know why I was just so comfortable with the chit chat at Snickers or even with the MB Grandma on the plane. I have no idea.

Maybe it was just a matter of expectations, maybe it is something else.

I didn’t expect much when I went to get a drink at Snickers. Just thought that I would a drink and then leave. No expectations.

With the MB Grandma was a little different. I knew her from work. We’ve already chatted during the day, me helping her out setting up her laptop. It was already done and done.

So, I guess there wasn’t much pressure at all. Not much at all.

It was just a normal chit chat I had with anyone that I know. The little small get to know each other’s that I’m comfortable with only after the fact of knowing you.

Dates are much different. Lots of pressure. Can’t do much.

Blah.

* * *

The Honking Jeep of Waving Arms.

It had been a long week at work and I’m coming up to the accident prone busy street, National Blvd. Pickles took his sweet ass time like he always does and I just wanted to get this damn walk over and done with. I’m tired and just wanted to get home so I can just rest. It’d be down a little ways and I’d be home. I’m plugged into my phone singing along to some sad pop song that was popular with the mass and not thinking of anything. I just minded my own business.

A blaring horn blew its way through some sad heartbreak into my ears and then out of the corner of my eyes I saw arms. Flailing arms. Waving arms. These arms belonged to these two young girls driving a black jeep.

The first thought in my head as I waved back with a genuine smile, as I learned how not to fake smile a few years ago, was who the fuck are these girls? Who do I know that drives a black jeep? Who do I know that was blonde and was a friend with a brunette?

I came up with no answers. I thought the driver looked familiar, but my eyes have failed me almost every time. I don’t trust them anymore. So I did what I most always do and just continued to smile and walk, ending my waves after an indeterminate amount of waving and acknowledging them and thinking how weird this whole situation was.

I encompassed social awkwardness to a T.

I kept walking away and then I asked Pickles if he knew who those girls were and of course he was too busy with all the smells to care. Useless dog.

So I walked on, wondering and wondering and coming up with no answers. Soon they became an afterthought as my home beckoned to lay my head down and dream.

@ @ @

That was a few days ago and I those girls were still on my mind. Who were they? Did it actually happen or was I so delirious from my work trip that I dreamed it all.

No one emailed or texted me saying that they saw me and why I was such an ass to them and just walked away. No one reached out.

Were they strangers? I’m not the type of guy that a Jeep full of girls would just randomly wave at, unless it was a hazing ritual. It could possibly be. Damn college girls these days.

Someone from work? Maybe. Who knows?

There was only one nagging thought…what if?

What if it was the girl from Chicago? What if it was the girl that I sat next to on my flight back from Chicago just a few days before? What if?

It could be, but that would just be a weird coincidence. She didn’t even live around my neck of the woods. What would she be doing there? It just wouldn’t make sense.

But it could be? A blonde and a brunette? Her roommate was blonde. It could be?

If it was, what did it all mean?

Was it a sign? Did I even believe in signs?

It’s all too much. What if?

What did the big U that was the Universe trying to say? Why was the big U fucking with me?

Why?

I just had to chill out. Time would give me answers. Time would tell.

I just had to be patient, but I had never been known to be a man of patience.

Damn you Universe. Just damn you for always fucking with me.

* * *

True story.

I don’t know who it could possibly be and no, it wasn’t just a case of mistaken identity or one of those traps where they were waving to someone else. I’d checked. No one was behind me.

Maybe they were waving to Pickles. Maybe.

I’m sure it was MB Grandma and her roommate who just happens to be driving around my neighborhood, making their way to the 10 or something. It was just a coinkidink. It happens.

I’m sure.

* * *

My shrink really do think I should consider moving to my beloved.

It has been on my mind, especially being there and actually feeling like I just fit in. I don’t know.

It’s really a lot to consider. What would I be giving up?

There would be a lot that I’m giving up. What would I gain?

A better chance at happiness? I am happy now, but could I be even more, living in a city that I love so much?

I won’t be technically starting fresh, making new friends and such. I have friends there. I have coworkers there.

It is really a lot to consider.

I guess I’ll just need to think about it more.

* * *

I want to write. I have this great urge to just write more. Not scripts. Not blogs. Words. Short stories. A novella. A novel. Prose.

There’s just this urge to do it.

I need to get on it.

Maybe I should just give myself some time, a little incentive. I should just finish my current script and finish this novella idea that I have and then consider moving to Chicago.

Maybe.

Time will tell what happens.

A lot to consider. A lot to think about.