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I met this person.

How many times have you heard a conversation that began like that, innocent enough, but at same time, loaded with potential meaning.

This person and I met at a bar. He was wearing a Milwaukee Brewers Tee Shirt. Being that this is Pennsylvania, not too many people wear Milwaukee Brewers Tee Shirts. Being that I am from Wisconsin, I felt the need to bring up the fact that he was wearing a shirt possibly purchased in my home state.

We talked for the rest of night, I rudely ignored all my other friends and just had a really good conversation with this guy. I was walking him home, and I don’t think either of us really wanted to call it a night. So we walked back to my house.

I had spent the night hosting a charity event, and I had put down a few drinks. He says he didn’t have a lot to drink and I have no reason not to believe him. We played some Wii, talked some more. I showed him some personal artifacts,  not for the sheer sake of just showing off what I have, because I wanted him to see some of the components that have made me who I am.

It’s like I knew that there’s a good chance we’d never meet up again, and maybe if we just had a few moments where we could meet I to I, we’d have a connection that could be more than a zygote.

He talked fast, real fast. His words were like matchbox cars, he said each of them in a zippish twist. I had to catch them all. He ’s passionate. You can tell he thinks about things, deeply, and looks for other people who share his same passion. Not necessarily for the same things, just for something.

He lives four hours away from me. I live four hours away from him. We’ll see what happens.