We were sitting at the café table, hot chocolate in front of us, talking about the political culture in Pakistan. My bangs had fallen in my eyes and he reached over and brushed them to the side in slow motion, lingering for a moment. It killed me. Why did I love that simple action so much? For someone almost 6 years younger, he has lived more than I will have ever hoped to. Sierra Leone, Pakistan, Guatemala, and… AND he’s not even 30 yet. Future Lawyer wants to save the world and as I sat across from him this afternoon, listening to him talk about his papers, his opinions, his world, I think he might just be able to.
My dog and I walked him back to his school after our quick meet up. It wasn’t a date, so much as an excuse to see him mid-week. Fib and say that you have errands in the area anyway, and hope that he can get away from his studies for a few minutes. We had a little over an hour. His dimples are ridiculous. His idealism is endearing and his passion, intoxicating. This man will go far in his life.
Now I am home and feeling a bit under the weather. The last few days have been an environmental rollercoaster of weather phenomena. My body has decided that lack of sleep and the uncharacteristic temperature dips and raises are both unkind and so, it is revolting against me and the world, with a slight fever and light dizziness. I am deciding on going to bed in a half hour so that I can be healthy for the rest of the week. Perhaps 4 dates over 3 days WAS a little intense.