March 14, 2012


"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"That. When I rest my hand against your cheek. The sound of sunsets, still swimming pools. When you're walking by a beach after midnight. When you put your earphones in your ears, but no music plays for the first few seconds. The noise-cancelling ones, by the way. That sound when you blink or smile. You know, that."
"Um, those things don't make sounds."
"Exactly. Silence, but so powerful."


"The fact is, we, as humans worry too much."
"What makes you, uh, say that?" She said, as he leaned forward slightly, to explain, adjusting his tie as he did so.
"Okay, here's a good example. Right now, you're worried that I'm talking to you so much, because you think I like you & want to hit on you. You think, before we get off this plane, I'll try to get your number, maybe get in touch with you for a coffee or two, & you would be uncomfortable, but since we had such a good, in depth conversation, you'd feel awkward to refuse. So you'd do it. Currently, that's worrying you. Am I right?"
She looked evidently uncomfortable now, there was no way of hiding it.
"Its, uh, possible. Not that I'm implying that you ARE hitting on me, because well, you're not."
"No, I am not. I just like talking to people up close & personal. That way, they can't really run or hide from their emotions, you see?"
She didn't make eye contact.