2003-09-07 - 3:49 p.m. - Mr. Married Right stirs my soul yet again

OK, second entry to help erase that previous one from your mind – back at the museum – it’s Friday night and a friend has invited me to a Young at Art event. Here we got to explore the museum and then join others for hors d’oeurvres, drinks, and musical entertainment outside on their patio area. As I was waiting for my friend at the entry I saw the guy whom I’ve come to refer to as "My Scarlet Letter A". Yes, yes – the Mr. Married Right of whom I have adulterous thoughts. I had been thinking I might go say hello to him sometime this weekend when I thought I’d be downtown, but alas – he was here tonight.

My friend arrived and we were informed that the patio area would open at 7 p.m. and that we could start in the museum first. As we were leaving the roped-off part of the patio area, I caught Mr. Married Right’s eye and waved to him. He came over with a big smile on his face and asked if I was just passing by. I told him that I was attending the event with my friend who I then introduced. I told him we’d see him when we were done with the museum. Well, you heard about our museum visit – us both being teachers, we were a bit tired and needed to sit for a while on one of those benches they have in museums. Instead of discussing the art around us, we talked about our first week back at school and I told the grossest story ever to be told in a museum.

Once outside again, we met up with another friend and had some nice conversation and these delicious kabobs whose tips were inserted in Styrofoam pieces that had been glued to these canvass "walls". It was an interesting presentation of the food that was delicious. I decided to get a glass of wine now that I had something in my stomach and went over to the bar. Mr. Married Right was doing his performance art right near the bar. I went over afterwards to talk with him. Because he had already been paid a flat rate by the museum, he felt comfortable breaking his pose to talk for a while. I think it’s the longest conversation we’ve ever had. We talked about some local festivals, Las Vegas, the art event – nothing really deep, but I was pleased that I was able to not stumble over my words too often that sometimes try to keep pace with my fluttering heart. I really am trying to see him just as a person and not as "Mr. Married Right" because in all honesty, I really don’t think he is Mr. Right (regardless of his marital status). Yet something in my soul stirs whenever I see him, and that I can’t deny. I did notice him twisting his wedding band as we spoke, and I couldn’t help but think, "if only he hadn’t already pledged his heart to another." He’s a guilty pleasure, I guess. I would have loved to have stayed and talked all night with him, but I didn’t want to abandon my other friends whose company I was thoroughly enjoying as well.

When he was packing up to leave for the evening, I went over to say goodbye. As I was walking back towards my other friends I glanced back and he caught my glance and smiled. Once again, my soul stirred.

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