Oh Wow.

Just because I feel like it, you get deux (2!) blog posts this week. – maybe more.. who knows. :)

You know it’s funny, Sometimes you meet somebody who is going to change your life when you very much least expect it.  And that can be a great thing…or a scary thing. Or both.

Somebody who shakes you to your core, makes you face your fears, strips you naked and dresses you back up again.  Asks you to speak the truth.  Always.  And speaks the truth back to you in ways you have never imagined.

This has happened.   This has completely thrown me for a loop.  I am focusing on doing my very own thing but yet my silly catholic school girl mind keeps wandering back to him.  Hummm.... no wonder my parents sent me to private all-girls school.  If this is who I am I am amazed I made it through university with good grades.  Eeek!

Fast Forward to this morning - I am throwing the pheromones out and I swear have been “on” for the last three weeks.  Meow!  OK, so  I stop at Prado for my morning cappuccino and I am acutely aware of people’s body language… it’s as if I just woke up to it.    As I wait, I turn around and this woman on the far corner in the cafe catches my eye. She is sitting there dressed in a loose top, skinny jeans and a sweater and keeps staring at the door but pretending to be working on her laptop... her breath alternating between coming in low and in small gasps. It makes her breasts rise higher than usual... alluring gesture... I think to myself. She has a nice form, gorgeous breasts, and beautiful eyes, short cropped and nicely styled hair.   She picks up her iPhone to speak to someone, her back arches... one leg crosses over the other, and a smile spreads over her face. I get to see her eyes and I am fairly sure..no , I know... she is waiting for someone who makes her heart race.

Her top hangs without care over her bare pale shoulders.... and she takes her time turning her face towards the door. The back arches more... a subtle offering of herself to the man walking towards her.

He is tall, wearing a page boy cap, leather jacket and courier bag thrown casually over his shoulder hastily on his way out the door.  He could be described as typical Vancouver hipster – slash – scenester – slash- heart breaker handsome. Les Sigh.  Lucky girl I think.  Oh god, I hope I am not staring at them both, but I can't seem to look away.    He leans into her, says something and she laughs... and I can see the curve of the neck as she throws her head back and laughs... he is pleased.  He puts his hands on the table... immediately defining the territory.   He briefly scans around the table to see who's there.  Looks up at me and gives me a sly grin…..  I see his legs spreading out slightly and her thighs pressing tighter together... like the bodies are speaking in their own primitive language while the tongues go on about daily trivia.

My coffee has come. I stand up; the laptop bag alights on the shoulders. I pay and walk out... and turn back at the door to look at them. The woman looks at me and I smile. She smiles back. The core of one woman speaks to another in that brief moment to appreciate. I walk out and head to work, happy for them but yearning for somebody far away.

But that is half the fun isn’t it?