Don't you Recognize Me? But I'm your future wife!!!
Yesterday on Mother's Day, I had brunch with Pru. She's gearing up for a summer of love and determined to meet Mr. Right. After an afternoon of good food, Soho window shopping, and great conversation about life and love we found ourselves in Chinatown, walking down Canal street and heading towards the subway where we'd say our goodbyes. As we were walking down Canal street, I noticed a man in a baseball cap. He had wild flowing hair sprinkled salt and pepper grey and a beard that must have been growing well before winter. He looked a little lost and out of sorts and might be mistaken by the crowds as just another fumbling fellow walking down the street, perhaps even stealthily selling his exclusive supply of "Genu-wine Rolex watches". But I couldn't look away from his eyes. His eyes belied the mature countenance of his hair and stature. I thought I new him. A friend perhaps? Still I looked, intrigued by the puzzle I was sure I could decipher. As Pru and I walked closer I knew I was staring but still waiting for recognition to dawn. I looked at him. He looked at me. It didn't seem he wanted me to remember. He knew I was close to remembering him. Why would he hide from me if we knew each other? Then that last piece fell into place. I recognized him to be sure but I didn't know him. Most of my friends know to refer to him as my future husband for that is how I used to refer to him.
But today is not our day to meet. Pru thinks I'm off my rocker for not stopping him and introducing myself. I just couldn't bring myself to interrupt his beautiful day and risk him spoiling mine. There is no meeting so infertile as the meeting where a fan meets the object of her desire.
So Benicio...if you are reading this...Until we meet again, my friend. Until we meet again. Perhaps next time one of us will introduce ourselves.
