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One of the things that amaze me about my encounters with men in NYC is that, I rarely meet a man with a same name and or even similar jobs. Jonathan, Nick, Jim, Keith, Steven, David, Louis, Joerg, Victor, Nathan, Ian, Tom, Lawrence, Michael, Jeremiah, AJ, Bruce, James, and Thomas to name a few. I am telling you the truth, I didn’t just spit out random names that I could think of. These are actual names of actual men that I have talked about on this blog. And their careers ranged from, consultants, CEO, COO, CMO, CFO, president, writer, analyst, partner, VP, photographer, banker, accountant, to a tour manager. So I am not surprised by the fact that I met yet another man last night with a name and a job that I haven’t encountered before.
He launches restaurant for living and lived in MD. I’m not sure what his official title was and actually didn’t bother asking. He was in his early 40s, tall, scruffy, handsome, well-dressed for an American, easy going and was immediately quite smitten with me. He was very quick to ditch his friends to talk to me for few hours. We talked about everything from books, music, film, travel and etc. We didn’t have much in common but he was a good company regardless. He was so interested in getting to know me. Everything about me. He wanted to know what I did on my weekends, what I had for breakfast, what I do to relieve stress, what kind of food I liked, what kind of wine I preferred, and on and on and on. It was such a contrast from the Hedge Fund man, only few nights ago, who was too self-absorbed and narcissistic that he his favorite topic of conversation was him when we hung out.
The evening ended with him walking me to 8th Ave where I needed to hop on my train. At some point, while crossing a street, he held my arm to make sure I didn’t trip and fall in my heels and he didn’t bother letting go of the arm for the rest of the time we walked. He gave me a nice sweet hug and we parted ways. Without exchanging information and without saying much more than to say that it was a pleasure meeting. I’m sure I would’ve given him my information if he had asked. But I didn’t want to offer up the information without solicitation.
A brief thought had passed my mind. I wondered why he didn’t ask and I also wondered why I didn’t volunteer the information to him myself. I think ultimately it was because of the chance of not hearing from him again was something I didn’t want to face. The sense of rejection that comes with not hearing from the people I want to hear from, is at times sooooooo defeating. As great of a company as he was, I didn’t want to risk adding yet another person that I will be wondering why they’re not in my life….. C’est la vie!