the Karen to your Hank à la "Californication"...

Consider the "One."
Not "the One" that 30 and 40 somethings refer to when they identify and describe the over-idealized man they're searching for, and when they find him will subsequently handcuff, chain down, and marry.
But the "One" that never seems to go away... that still plagues and blesses your subconscious, emotionally and anatomically speaking, no matter the distance... the time... or the others that have come along and in between. The One that, even far and long after the fact, still gives you butterflies... or roller-coaster feeling, with which I am more familiar and attuned.

Who is it? Think about it... It may be from last year, the year before, high school, your first relationship, your last relationship ...the subway, kindergarten, whatever. There's someone and if there is really someone they probably have already popped into your mind... or perhaps have crossed it at some point during your earlier daily endeavors prior to reading this.

Now consider chance encounters with that "one."

Are chance encounters with that one, in fact chance? OR (however convoluted the idea of chance vs. destiny may be...) are they all a part of fate? ...Some greater scheme sending messages that we, on this side of the equation, wish were as obvious as we analyze them to be but are in actuality quite definitively obtuse?

I'm starting to think... rather I've always believed (or maybe it's just me reading into everything like a typical GIRL) that there is no chance when it comes to HIM whoever your "HIM" (or "ONE") may be. Something is being said here. If it's only you that's hearing anything, perhaps you're underestimating, understating what in fact is running through the mind and body of your "one." So when you see him from afar at the GO Station with his girlfriend... or run into him flying solo at Mickey Finn's drinking Coors Light on tap (it's both your first time there oddly enough) or if you see him through the window at a Bubble Tea joint in some suffocating suburban town... don't just brush it off as some mischievous teasing plotted out by some higher power. And don't freak yourself out that it's only you or was only you that feels some sort of electric current, charging from aura to aura like bodily subliminal messages transferred and received on vibe and vibe alone. Accept the pieces as they come and eventually the picture will become more clear, more communicative, and easier to piece together.
But really... come-on...nothings fun when it's easy.

From this perspective... life is what you could call "aloof" ...much like Pharaohs and their whole entire existence. Ancient Egypt yo... very aloof.

Damn his eyelashes. Damn his little black earrings.
xoLOla.

If I were any character from "the Outsiders" I would be Ponyboy Curtis.