The Spark

Sparks of life still amaze me. What I've come to realize is life doesn't ever really yield to our wants. We end up having to adapt to it and some people are better at that than others. Though every once in a while life seems into include us in its higher plans.

I experienced something that seem really close to a spark yesterday. I have experienced more than my fair share of these since I've been in college. This adventure like many of others involves a girl.

It began a while back. I saw her in the cafeteria around dinner time I believe. I wanted to meet her. Nowadays thats like "I want to sit down." I don't think I ever had problems sitting though so it may not be completely similar.

I see her sit across the dinning hall. At this time, I didn't have to belief in myself to pull the classic, "Hi, I'm Marvel." So I walk acrosss the hall past where she is sitting into an empty room full of chairs and tables. I guess I wanted to build momentum, physics class finally had some use. I make the swing around. As I draw closer to her, I spot her "playing with her food." All I need.

"You shouldn't play with your food. Think about the kids in Africa." This was when I was into the whole children in Africa thing. Gotta to represent. (Note to self: never say "gotta to represent" ever again.)
"I wasn't playing with my food," she replies.
"Hmm... Well I'm Marvel."
"I think I've met you before," she notes just as her friend arrives at the table. The arrival of her friend and the statement threw me off a bit.
"I really got to stop meeting people. I'll see you around." This is me sort of leaving with my tail between my legs. I did catch her break a wide smile. Nice teeth.

Fast forward to a week later. I am standing at the top of the dorm stairs. Staring out into the cold afternoon, curious for something to fill the hour before the glorious mindfuck aka philosophy. She comes through the doors behind me.

"Hey you going to class," I say
"No, to the library."
"Can I come?" I say this in a "curious child" voice
"Well.."
"It's all up to you."
"I am going with my sisters." I love how girls refer to their sortitory mates as their sisters. Cute doesn't even begin to describe it.
"Cool, then" This is followed by a simple name exchange.
Just as she was walking away, my voice projects out,
"Hey M, for future reference I think you are very beautiful."
"Thank you."

Nothing special, I thought. Further I saw it as bad, sloppy if you will. Nonetheless, something was achieved.

So last night I stumble into the computer lounge. I see M and next to her is my CA's beautiful friend. I end up shooting the shit with my CA's friend. It was a bit weird to me that she was into the conversation, light banter and my curiousity firing off in question form. There was no real background for this. I finally mention M in a silly childlike way.

"O there she is," waving at her one chair away. She return it with a wide smile and complimentary wave.

My CA's friend leaves and I take the empty chair. There was work to be done. Political Science 7-page paper on current political campaign specifically Giuliani and Clinton's view on Healthcare, Taxes and Going Green. But a little diversion first. It was a quick light conversation, as I leave her to her work and begin mine. I try my best not to interrupt the learning process. It's too precious.

I sit researching my paper, confessing my love to the computer in an attempt to ensure a succesful printout. Every once in a while, I finding myself thinking "make something solid happen." After some time, I finish all that I can accomplish which I think includes making that computer fall for me. I get up to leave.

"See Ya."
The spark arrives.
"Hey we should hang out sometime."
With a slick smile, "Maybe," she replies. I crack a smile. Banter time.
"Maybe? From now on we should never answer a direct yes or no to each other, just maybe. The uncertainty will be good for our relationship, it will keep the spice." She is loving it.
"Maybe I will call you," I say as I pull out my phone. Number exchange and vibing ensues. I get up to finally leave.
"O yea, if you get frustrated working just think of me." Her giggly smile solidifies the vibe.

Walking away, I felt a little stunned at what just happened. Too easy or just right? I am claiming the latter. Either way, what I am suspecting as the spark and my own genius occured. It was beautiful as usual.

Marvel