I remember in college that my favorite poster was the black and white by Robert Doisneau (I think) of a wartime kiss - you know which one I'm talking about - the one in Paris. It epitomized romance - during a time when I believed in romance. Over the years, I've gotten wiser or more cynical, but the idea of romance seems like it belongs in a time past - in those black and white pictures.
Until tonight...I was seated in a crowded restaurant when a waiter brought me a kir - before I even ordered it. I was delighted since its been warm and I knew I would have to wait to be served. Then, as I was completing some postcards and waiting for my dinner, the same waiter came over and asked if one of the cards was for him. It was cute. But best of all, as I got ready to leave, he came over with a rose and a card with his number. It took my breath away and maybe a little of my cynicism. Now, don't got thinking that I've gone all soft here - just that I'm starting to think that maybe romance is still out there.
and no, I did not call him. I went home and snuggled with my main squeeze jai.
ReplyDeleteYou haven't even been to the dog park yet and you're getting hit on??? Off to a good start.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smile. I also am cynical but this brought me out of the normal cynicism for a moment.
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