It wasn’t looking like my date was going to show up, since he hadn’t answered any of my messages online or on the telephone, so as the day progressed without hearing from him, I decided I was going to go anyway and have a wonderful time.
I messaged and called several friends, both online and off type, to invite them to meet me there, at the bar where my favorite blues band would be playing. Some of them were guys who had been expressing interest in meeting me, so I made it clear it was a group of friends meeting up.
Almost everyone said they could not make it, they were too tired, but there were a couple who did not respond, so were subject to showing up if they got the message, and one, in particular, who was rather on the fence about driving that far to meet me on such short notice.
The fence sitter was named Mike. He was on my Tagged. His pic is not particularly a close up, but he is clearly a good-looking fellow, tall, thin, dark hair, neatly trimmed facial hair, and a white cowboy hat.
Okay, I’m at the bar, sitting with one of the band member’s wives, drinking my iced tea (I drove myself) and listening to the number one blues band in the state of Michigan when this man who looks as described above, complete with the cowboy hat, starts making his way toward me …
He is looking right into my eyes as he approaches in slow motion … the biggest smile on his gorgeous face, the whitest teeth, the perfect man. As he gets up to me, he bends down on one knee so he is level with me and reaches out for my hand, saying, “Don’t I know you? You look familiar.”
I am thinking he isn’t sure it’s me, even though I am wearing the exact same clothes I had on in the pics I had posted of myself taken earlier that day, which he saw … or he is joking around with me, not sure which. There can’t be another guy who looks like Mike right down to the cowboy hat, a sure way to know if it’s him, ask his name.
So, I am smiling into his face, my hand in his, and say, “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting me here tonight? What’s your name?” and he says, “Mike”. Now I am really sure it’s him, right? I mean, he looks like him, same name, he has to be him ….
So he continues with the questions about how he knows me, insisting I look familiar, so I think maybe he wants to play like we just met up by coincidence and he didn’t know I would be there, so I say, “Aren’t you on my Tagged?” to which he says, “What’s tagged?”
Anyway … a whole conversation goes on about what school we went to, and so on, he is smiling at me the whole time, looking into my eyes, and we were holding hands throughout the entire conversation, it was an amazing connection, but it became apparent he was not the Mike I knew from Tagged, whom I had mentioned was meeting me.
After awhile he became aware we were still holding hands … he started to take his hand away, then decided against it, and continued to hold my hand, smiling into my eyes. I asked, “Are you single?” to which he replied, “I’m sitting on the fence on that one.”
Two Mike’s with cowboy hats, sitting on a fence in one day? That’s quite a coincidence. When I woke up this morning I was thinking about it, and I was wondering what possessed a guy who looked like a guy I was looking for, to think he knew me when there is no way he did because if I had ever seen him before, I surely would’ve remembered it.
That’s when I imagined an angel or perhaps the ghost of a loved one who has passed on, but surely someone with a sense of humor, whispering in his ear that he knew me, just to get him to come and talk to me.
Was it a joke, played on me by an angel, or was it something more? Only time will tell … but if he ever gets off that fence, he has my phone number in his pocket.