Strangers in the Night, Exchanging Glances.

I was asked recently if I would still continue my blog even if Sara does move on for good. I wasn't sure if I would, and figured I'll deal with that when the time comes. Well, something happened over the weekend that made me realize how important writing this blog really is to me. I couldn't wait to tell somebody about what happened, yet it was a thing that I can tell only to you. As has been the case with Sara and me. I 'met' a woman over the weekend. I say that loosely because the situation I was in, it was inappropriate for me to talk to her, much less meet her. But from the first seconds we laid eyes on each other, it was obvious this was not just casual flirting. Throughout the evening we exchanged long, long glances. I'll even go as far to say they were longing glances. Usually those long glances are accompanied by nervousness, and because of that, one or the other would look away. But not these. If it wasn't for the people around her, interupting us, we would probably have 'glanced' all night. There were a few times we were able to talk, but it wasn't in private, so it was just small talk. But even when we seperated, there was this look on her face. In her eyes. That conveyed to me she wanted more. She wanted me to take the next step. This wasn't just once, it happend on three different occasions.

She was beautiful. And therein lies the problem. It wasn't until later that evening that I realized she was identical to Sara. Blonde, slim, perfect lips, perfect eyes. And an awesome, playmate type body. The more I looked at her, the more of Sara's features became apparent. Did I notice this at a subconscience level and that's why I was so quickly smittened? I don't know. Does it matter? I had a note in my pocket I was going to pass to her if the opportunity arose. And it did. But I didn't. By this time Sara was in my head. Nevertheless, I still had a sleepless night kicking myself because I didn't. I can't get her out of my head. And I'm so sure what I saw in her eyes, I'll go as far to say, she's still thinking of me as well. At least I hope so.

With all that said, I really need to hear from Sara. My expectations of her calling before Christmas is now turning into anxiety. I know one call from her will snap me out of this desire for this other woman. But if she doesn't call....??