How I fell in love
It happened this past Friday.
A few years ago I met a guy at a business event. Now that I have moved to the same town as he does, I decide to pay him a visit and have a meeting with his staff, to discuss a few ideas on information exchange and collaboration. I had prepared a brief talk, and his staff was invited to attend. And there she was. Immediately I noticed her, and my heart rate began to rise. Long wavy brownish-reddish hair, a very thin figure, smart casual elegance. And a beautiful face with an open, curious, friendly look. That was it. The spark flew immediately, and ignited the dry wood that had been there for so long. Her face seemed to light up slightly, as we made eye contact. I kept a professional appearance, gave my talk, tried not to speak only to her but to all other attendees. Later I had the opportunity to speak to her directly, about her own work. So I sat next to her in her cubicle, listening to her as she explained the details about her current work. We were not alone, another friend stood by, interestingly following what she told. No ring was on her finger, a good sign. Finally a beautiful woman who is not engaged or married!
She was then supposed to show me the way out. She seemed to be eager to do this, and seemed slightly disappointed when another guy wanted to show me his work too. So I said good-bye to her. A friendly handshake, and then I stood at the other guy’s cubicle, opposite of her. The top of her head was still visible, and sometimes were her eyes, as she kept working on her computer. I glanced over to them, while pretending to listen what the guy had to say. Could not concentrate a bit, and did not understand a word he was saying. But I kept nodding, as he went on talking about his project. Then he led me out. I turned around to her, waving her good-bye. She waved back, smiling.
Back in my own office, I knew I had to stay in touch with her, get to know her. There was something in her appearance, attitude, that stroke me hard. I could not pinpoint what it was, but there was such a strong resonance in me. She reminded me a little of another woman with whom I had fallen in love more than 5 years ago, but who was married and had never given me a chance. In fact, I still was in love with that woman, for reasons beyond reason. Now there seemed to be a cure for that ill-fated love: a fresh new love. I knew her name, it was easy to get her email address from the web. So I sent her a quick professional acknowledgement of our visit, thanking her for the time she spent during my visit.
It is always difficult for me to choose a suitable “first move”. What is appropriate, what is too pushy, what is too whimsical? Here in this situation, the story was basically presented on a silver platter, with enough opportunity to appear professional in establishing contact, and without appearing out of place.
Her reply came 5 minutes later. I did not even have to look at the computer screen to realize that the beep from the incoming mail must be her email in the Inbox. Never sounded the Outlook beep so sweet! She offered her help, in case I had questions about the town to which I had moved a while ago, and I accepted her offer in my next reply mail 10 minutes later, telling her about the area in which I lived. In her reply after 10 minutes she indicated where she was living.
This was a good start. I sensed an interest in her to be acquainted with me, and that made me quite happy. I could not tell why it was that my feelings for her were so strong. Her looks? Her voice? What she said? I did not know her at all, but immediately was taken. Trying to express this in technical terms: I act in love matters like a dynamic system with a very thin resonance peak. I see many women, pretty, intelligent. I am attracted, but do not fall in love with them. No resonance, unless one hits at exactly the right frequency. Then the resonance goes wild. This must have happened here.
Later at home I sent her another email, with two pictures from our living areas. This time there was no reply. She must have gone home too, and must have no email access at home. So I had a lonely weekend ahead of me, in which I could sort out my thoughts and feelings.
A few years ago I met a guy at a business event. Now that I have moved to the same town as he does, I decide to pay him a visit and have a meeting with his staff, to discuss a few ideas on information exchange and collaboration. I had prepared a brief talk, and his staff was invited to attend. And there she was. Immediately I noticed her, and my heart rate began to rise. Long wavy brownish-reddish hair, a very thin figure, smart casual elegance. And a beautiful face with an open, curious, friendly look. That was it. The spark flew immediately, and ignited the dry wood that had been there for so long. Her face seemed to light up slightly, as we made eye contact. I kept a professional appearance, gave my talk, tried not to speak only to her but to all other attendees. Later I had the opportunity to speak to her directly, about her own work. So I sat next to her in her cubicle, listening to her as she explained the details about her current work. We were not alone, another friend stood by, interestingly following what she told. No ring was on her finger, a good sign. Finally a beautiful woman who is not engaged or married!
She was then supposed to show me the way out. She seemed to be eager to do this, and seemed slightly disappointed when another guy wanted to show me his work too. So I said good-bye to her. A friendly handshake, and then I stood at the other guy’s cubicle, opposite of her. The top of her head was still visible, and sometimes were her eyes, as she kept working on her computer. I glanced over to them, while pretending to listen what the guy had to say. Could not concentrate a bit, and did not understand a word he was saying. But I kept nodding, as he went on talking about his project. Then he led me out. I turned around to her, waving her good-bye. She waved back, smiling.
Back in my own office, I knew I had to stay in touch with her, get to know her. There was something in her appearance, attitude, that stroke me hard. I could not pinpoint what it was, but there was such a strong resonance in me. She reminded me a little of another woman with whom I had fallen in love more than 5 years ago, but who was married and had never given me a chance. In fact, I still was in love with that woman, for reasons beyond reason. Now there seemed to be a cure for that ill-fated love: a fresh new love. I knew her name, it was easy to get her email address from the web. So I sent her a quick professional acknowledgement of our visit, thanking her for the time she spent during my visit.
It is always difficult for me to choose a suitable “first move”. What is appropriate, what is too pushy, what is too whimsical? Here in this situation, the story was basically presented on a silver platter, with enough opportunity to appear professional in establishing contact, and without appearing out of place.
Her reply came 5 minutes later. I did not even have to look at the computer screen to realize that the beep from the incoming mail must be her email in the Inbox. Never sounded the Outlook beep so sweet! She offered her help, in case I had questions about the town to which I had moved a while ago, and I accepted her offer in my next reply mail 10 minutes later, telling her about the area in which I lived. In her reply after 10 minutes she indicated where she was living.
This was a good start. I sensed an interest in her to be acquainted with me, and that made me quite happy. I could not tell why it was that my feelings for her were so strong. Her looks? Her voice? What she said? I did not know her at all, but immediately was taken. Trying to express this in technical terms: I act in love matters like a dynamic system with a very thin resonance peak. I see many women, pretty, intelligent. I am attracted, but do not fall in love with them. No resonance, unless one hits at exactly the right frequency. Then the resonance goes wild. This must have happened here.
Later at home I sent her another email, with two pictures from our living areas. This time there was no reply. She must have gone home too, and must have no email access at home. So I had a lonely weekend ahead of me, in which I could sort out my thoughts and feelings.
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