I went to a place I wanted to go already for some time.
To have dinner, listen to the music and drink some wine.
To sit there and enjoy the entourage.
I had made a reservation and we were on time.
I was sitting there, drinking my red wine, catching up with my company.
I laughed a bit, but I am sure he didn’t notice.
Don’t ask me why.
Just for you to know, he didn’t.
As I was sitting there, sometimes pretending to listen to what he said.
A window was opening, an opportunity came rising.
I was making eye contact with someone working there.
I can’t tell the exact moment, but every time he was passing by, he was looking.
I didn’t know how to feel about it, I was with male company.
‘Was this person ‘diggin’ I was with someone?’ I was thinking.
I thought it was a bit far-fetched and just continued to drink my red wine.
Still listening to what this other person opposite of me was saying.
The evening continued, we were ordering more food or just drinks.
It became an invitation for that person to make eye contact with me.
My company still unaware of what was happening.
He didn’t notice quite anything.
I think just for the better.
I could be there in my own space, understanding what I needed to face.
As this person was constantly looking at me.
‘What did he want from me?’
I was asking myself.
I didn’t have a sign on my forehead and I was with male company.
It was making me a bit confused, even uncomfortable.
I laughed a lot, about the things my company said.
Perhaps this drew his attention.
To understand for myself, why he was looking at me constantly.
The evening continued.
The music became a bit louder.
We were eating and the plates started to become empty.
I took the last sip of the wine in my glass.
How flattering it was this person was looking at me.
I didn’t quite know what to do when I was going to leave.
I hadn’t asked for anything.
Apart for some food and the wine in my glass.
So there I was, trying to think and come up with a plan.
As I was sitting there, I don’t know anymore if my company was still talking.
Silence was all there was and the music in that place.
Nothing was coming to the surface.
I panicked a little.
I decided to continue with what I was doing.
Listening and laughing.
Minding my own business.
Faking it until it became real.
I mean, how would he know?
I paid part of the bill, not thinking too much about what happened.
Keeping that door closed or that window, so to speak.
While leaving I waved goodbye.
A sign it was the end of what he was trying to do.
To this day I still don’t quite know how this happened.
While on the way home, I was thinking about this dinner.
It could be he was trying to find a way out for himself.
The only thing I could think of.
What better way to find someone, try to persuade with some gentle vision and make intense eye contact.
I am sure he tried his luck on other women.
However the joke turned a bit on him.
I mean, I can’t speak for other girls and women.
He did come into my personal space, for reasons I can’t tell.
The question was, what was I getting into?
By all the time we had, looking at each other.
I also had plenty of time to come up with all the scenarios of what would come next if I would go into this silent invitation he was sending.
I looked at how he behaved and how he entered my life.
‘What makes it he is not doing this with other women?’
Although I couldn’t catch him making the same move with the people around me.
It doesn’t mean it isn’t happening, because I can’t see it.
Perhaps I am being a bit dark here.
Why should I give him the benefit of the doubt?
The fact remained I didn’t gave him permission to make that kind of eye contact with me.
He was going there on his own, locking me in that space.
For the simple reason I had the time.
A window of opportunity.
However, an opportunity I wasn’t looking for.
It became the main reason for me to stay in that darkness, or just in my own light.
Where I waved him goodbye, when leaving.
That is where the story ended.