So why this question? It started yesterday and I just started to wonder: “Perhaps this is the modern version of a gentleman?”
I walked through a hall way to reach a flight of stairs to exit a building to go home. A few doors were casually opened by a dark haired stranger. He looked like a man in a hurry, quickly leaving doors open while he walked in front of me. I started to ask him questions out of curiosity based on events that happened before. He replied and I discovered that he doesn’t only look gorgeous, but he has a beautiful voice which creates lovely words and sentences. It was a start of a pleasant conversation. I walked down the stairs before him and opened the door to exit the building.
I was ready to walk to the bus station to find out whether I was still on time to get the bus back to the train station. Ready to say bye bye to him with a smile, but he asked me whether he could drive me to a bus station or train station. I was so captivated in the conversation, that I lost my train of thought and fell into my so called “dense” mode. I didn’t see him as a guy, but more like interesting. He had already opened the car door for me and walked around his car to step into his car. He stepped into his car and it dawned on me… I’m getting into a stranger’s car, a stranger’s car! Wait… but I don’t feel like I’m doing so.
I got in his white car and sat down on a half white, half black car seat. He entered the destination in his navigation system and we continued talking. But it was clear that neither one of us knew the city well enough to know where we were exactly. He shared a few puzzle pieces of his life with cute expressions and even expressions I would expect to receive from friends only. A stranger, who shared his thoughts sweet smile and a few seconds of sadness and doubts. But! We were both very protective of answering certain questions directly which would open our lives as an open book. Making the whole conversation almost like a fairy tale, magical and mysterious.
At the end of the ride, just past my destination he dropped me off on a bicycle road. I unbuckled my… his car’s seatbelt and opened the car door and stepped out. I looked down into his eyes, was about to shake his hand but I paused somehow for a few seconds. He, just like me already extended our hands. I think I frowned a bit and I know for certain I was thinking of asking for his business card, but instead my brain didn’t work as I wanted it to. I asked: “Ehmm… What was your name again?”
He smiled: “Florian.” I reached out my hand, we shook hands and I said my name and said goodbye. I closed the car door behind me and suddenly the worst thing ever happened. My fear just went through my body like an electric current and I felt like walking straight towards to the train station not looking back to see whether he has already driven away. I guess the wonderful conversation with a gentleman just changed into a dream.
I guess I’m still not sure, whether a gentleman exist. The casually opening of doors, the offering to drive me to the train station, the very pleasant conversation. The short parting. Perhaps this is the modern version of being a gent?
Do I want to meet this cute, intelligent, intriguing gent again in the near future? I can’t say definitely, but I can say it won’t be a bad thing to receive more puzzle pieces of his life and open up the book a bit more. So… may another serendipity occur!