People are interesting, but sometimes the things they do are even more interesting.
Being introverted means that I spend an inordinate amount of time and mental resources engaging in the futile wondering of “why” people do what they do.
One event reminded me to stop thinking about the “why” and just appreciate what was done.
Last year I broke my hand playing football. The whole occurrence sucked. Obviously the pain and lack of normal mobility drove me crazy, but the timing really blew. I broke my hand on a Saturday morning, and that Sunday was my friend’s birthday. She had reservations in downtown San Diego, and I was determined that my cast-encumbered hand would not hinder my fun.
Come Sunday night, my friends helped me into my button-down shirt, and off we went. Apparently it was a good night to be out. The club was packed, but our prime real estate on the upper balcony afforded us the opportunity to enjoy the atmosphere without being jostled to death.
Then someone tapped me on the shoulder.
It was dark, but with the help of the randomly flashing strobe lights, I could see a pretty girl standing on the stairs behind me. Thinking she had just bumped into me, I turned back around to watch the band onstage.
Then she tapped my shoulder again. When I turned around, she smiled and leaned over the rail motioning me for me to come over. This attracted my friends’ delighted attention. Thinking she wanted to ask me something, I leaned back towards her.
Next thing I knew, she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.
I was taken aback by the rapid sequence of events, but my friends’ cheers and screams of delight broke me out of my daze. The girl smiled again, pointed to my cast, and gave me a thumbs up. Then she was gone.
That was the first time a perfectly random girl had kissed me, and I rather liked the spontaneity of it. How she picked me out of the crowd I will never know. Did she just decide to kiss me when she realized that conversation was near impossible with the music? Did her unseen friends dare her to kiss me? Those were the questions that tumbled in my head as I scanned the crowd that seemed to have swallowed her.
The next idea was to see if I could find her and at least get her name. But the futility of that endeavor was clear. I only had a dimly lit view of her face. I had no idea what she was wearing, and once again, the place was jam packed. Perhaps most importantly, she didn’t want to be found.
All I knew was that she had made my night. She will always be that nameless pretty girl whose kiss I’ll remember.
I looked down at my cast with new respect and brilliant schemes.