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Only Beginnings

Updated: Sep 28, 2023

I used to love reading the NYC Craigslist Missed Connections.

I am an anthropologist after all.

I love that these blurbs of a moment are the beginnings of a story.

You were wearing black cut off's and chastising a man in a suit outside of the Mysterious Bookshop, we made eye contact as I passed by. I was wearing a white tee with no bra.

You were reading The Farmer's Almanac on the number 6 uptown at rush hour I was staring at you from behind a dog eared copy of Watch Your Mouth.

Brunette walking through Tompkins Square Park with a duck on a leash. I regret not coming up to you.

The boundless possibilities. The wonderment.

The way someone dressed, talked, carried themselves.

A split second of eye contact and a fire was lit.

The sheer desire for human connection.

Companionship, Relationship, Love.

Sitting in the excitement of opportunity can be both freeing and paralyzing.

Is a crush more exciting than an actual relationship? Is the anxiousness of not knowing easier to stomach than being turned down?

Sometimes I'd rather ruminate in what could be than wallow in what can not be.

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