The title says it all. I was in the shower this evening and somehow, that one guy crept into my mind. I was like, “Why the fuck did I let him go?”
I met him in an art museum at night (it was the Night of Open Museums in Frankfurt, something like that). I was sitting on a bench, reading through an info book, and at some point someone just sat down one arm-length next to me. He just started talking to me after a while. I, a heavily introverted person with social anxiety, for once didn’t find it hard to talk or enjoy the conversation. Maybe it was the time (1 am), but damn. We walked around together, looking at art. We casually lost each other 2 times, but unconsciously found each other again. Until we separated one too many times. I haven’t seen him since.
That was a few months ago, and I should have asked for his number or at least his goddamn name.
Well, I take it as a sign of hope: That, even though you may think you’re alone and there are no people out there who are “your kind”, there is always somebody you haven’t met yet. I’m certain there are more people like him.
I believe the vast majority here has had similar experiences. It’d be interesting to read about them.