I am window shopping in town when I see a flier about a lecture taking place at the local college. It sounds interesting so I take note of the time and decide right then and there that I am going to go. Little do I know about the events I have just set into motion with that decision.
When the night of the lecture comes I decide to wear something simple and comfortable, my jeans and a button down denim shirt.
I get to the hall early so I can get a front row seat. I have even brought pen and paper to take notes. It doesn't take long before the hall starts filling up indicating the lecture will be starting shortly. I am beginning to get fidgety when you come out onto the stage to start your speech. I can't take my eyes off of you, I feel this instant connection with you. You must feel it too because you turn and look directly at me and actually stumble over your words as our eyes lock onto each other. Quickly you recover, finish up your speech and introduce the guest lecturer. You take a seat in a chair just to the side and toward the back of the stage, you have a perfect view of me in the front row.
I try to pay attention to the lecture but am just not able to concentrate on the speaker. You have my entire attention, I try not to be too obvious about it, but I can't seem to stop myself from looking your way. At one point our eyes meet, as you seem to be having the same difficulty.
Finally the lecture is over, I quickly get up to leave, while you are still tied up with the guest speaker. I decide that I just have to meet you so I go down the hallway to the back doors of the hall and wait for you to come out. When you come out the side door, you are so busy talking with your guest that you don't see me standing there. You say your good-byes then turn in the opposite direction of me and start walking away. I quietly follow you, not sure how to approach you or what I will say when I do.
As you get to the door of your office, I realize I have to say something to you now or lose my chance, probably forever. "Excuse me, could I have a word with you?" I ask.
You turn and look to see who is talking to you, your eyes open wide when you see it is me, the girl from the lecture hall. "Sure, why don't you come into my office."
I follow you into your office, shut the door behind me, lock it and lean back against it. Once you reach your desk you turn around to ask me what it is that I wanted to talk to you about.