For the holiday weekend, I chose to make a trip down to Norfolk to see my friends from college. We drank, partied, bar-hopped, and drank some more as we tried graciously to relive the glory days of college. On one night in particular, after closing out a few bars, we decided to hit up this after-hours spot next to campus. Since we didn’t have memberships, we had to wait at the door for a “friend of a friend” to make his way back over to us. While outside we met a few people from the previous bar and chatted it up while waiting for friends to sign us in.
Everyone from the group was nice, but one guy in particular seemed to lock on to me and before long two hours had passed and we were the only two still interested in the conversation. The eye contact was there, the conversation never lacked, and I was even offered a taste of his beer that I’d never heard of. We talked about the disadvantaged youth in America and the “hood” mentality, we talked sports, and we finished off with a discussion on men’s clothing.
I was down-right astonished at how much we had in common, but wondered where this would lead. Sure I’m only 1.5 hours away, but after a while that short distance would surely spell doom for a relationship still in its infancy. So I jotted down his number and promised to text, but I knew that I’d never see this guy again. I knew that I’d once again go home alone to revel in the loneliness that seems to encapsulate my conscious being during certain times of the year. I knew that my larger-than-life personality would be my “plus one” at the wedding that was only a mere week away.
Or did I know this? Why was I sabotaging this “thing” before we even went on a first date? At the first sign of hardship I bail, but I’ve known this for a while now. It seems as though I’m not ready to take that leap, however if you were to ask me I’d say “I’m ready”.
Unfortunately after a liberating break from my dueling-dissonance, I sought out the number of the one who’d made such an impression on me. Unfortunately it wasn’t saved in my phone…
Born and raised in Petersburg, VA, Anthony works as a State Farm Account Representative in Enterprise Rent-A-Car's Insurance Operations Department. In his spare time he can often be found wandering aimlessly, with camera in tow, snapping away. He's also a member of, the Richmond-based, Fools Day Comedy Troupe. Read his personal blog here and follow him on Twitter.