walking with a stranger

My first tribute to sex and the city style journalizing, in a more poetic way you could say since I’m not working on getting anyone aroused. Just questioning in the human interaction department. enjoy

Deep deep deep in the annex forest of Toronto, there is a house. (scary movie soundeffect cue)A house among many, but this house was different…maybe because new forms of STDs and undiscovered fungi were growing among the hundreds of empty bottles of poison, sweating bodies, head banging music and flickering lights. If you don’t get the picture… it’s a university house party. I’ve just never experienced filth to that extreme(they wash themselves with dish soap for fucks sake) Anyways, as I stumble up the stairs with my “partners in crime” I get to the patio, start making my way through the crowd, and a thought crosses my mind…one that seems to cross my mind way to often…first “WHERE AM I”…second “how the hell did I get myself into this situation”. Usually after that small thought process… I just smirk to myself, hope for the best, say a prayer and take a few more shots.

But the night was going and going well with good conversation, good music, got into a few debates, all is cool cool.. Made my way back outside and smoking on the patio when I made eye contact with a certain individual. Its one of those moments where no matter how blurry the night was, you will always remember those 250 milliseconds that the motion around the two of you seemed to slow down for that split second. To be honest, nowadays what we call “ eye-fucking” is something that really isn’t sensual but is usually forced. When you have that accidental, genuine moment where you’re connected with somebody, it is rather orgasmic. It’s not something that can be compared to “eye fucking”, that’s just like faking an orgasm.

He asked me to go for a walk with him so I went. Roaming the streets of Toronto in the middle of the night with a complete stranger always intrigues me. But over that hour there are clips in my head that I wont forget for a while. Take a walk with a stranger sometime for an hour and they might be able to change the way you look at the world. I wish that I could take a walk with a stranger everyday if each one had the power to do that. I’d be a goddamn philosopher by the end of the fucking month. It is a very silly idea, don’t get me wrong, and it would never work like it did that night. The night didn’t end so well. No details but it did make me ponder.
We all have a certain degree of trust issues. My trust issues, especially with men, are fairly large. Therefore there is no way id be able to trust a male stranger, if it’s difficult to trust even good friends. So why did it mean anything at all to believe this gentleman and all the good, nice things he said? My usual reaction to compliments or pick-up lines is to consider anything coming out of their mouths to be bullshit. But I think some people have a gift when it comes to reading people. I can’t read people as well as id like to, I cant always tell if people are lying and I’m extremely pessimistic. But I think everyone has this sixth sense to be able to tell if someone they don’t even know, actually meant what they were saying in any state. You have to know what I’m talking about when I say you believe the bullshit coming out of the drunken bastards mouth because… you just know. Some things don’t need physical proof, you just know. The men I’ve fallen in love with or the friends I would die for, within the first 5 minutes of meeting them, I got that feeling of “knowing” they mean something or will in the near future.

Ladies and gentlemen, moral of the story, I don’t recommend trusting anyone…but I do recommend going with that gut of yours, going with your intuition, when it kicks in. You may feel that kick in your gut only a few times, you may have never felt it, or you may get it all the time, but whatever that mysterious feeling of certainty is, go with it…trust me.