interrupting stranger

went for sushi and sake at a Reno casino. it felt good being there, remembering warm feelings i had had the last time i sat at that sushi bar with someone i loved one afternoon a couple of months ago. i was fortunate to have an interesting conversation with a fellow next to me, but was rudely interrupted by the guy sitting on the other side of me. "Excuse me," the guy said. Surprised to be interrupted mid-sentence, i turned my head somewhat slowly toward him. "I couldn't help overhearing," he said. "Are you on a spiritual journey?"

"Yes, you could say that," I replied.

"Are you searching for truth?" he asked.

I looked quickly into his eyes and drew a quiet rapid breath. There was some slight annoyance at the interruption, but mostly this question and this interrupting stranger freaked me out. "Uh, yess..... NO," I said. "No one really knows the details of the truth. I just want to feel closer to God." (didn't want to open a can of worms.) In my peripheral vision i saw him nod. "And besides," I went on, "I already know the truth." (okay, makes no sense, but that's what i said!) As i turned away from him to continue my conversation, i heard him say "Ah." Ten minutes later i turned back, glad to see he was gone, and for the rest of the night and half the next day, forgotten. But when he suddenly popped into my mind later the next day, i got a prickly rush up my back and neck. i hadn't thought about him since the moment i turned my head away from him at the sushi bar. and now, after less than two seconds of looking into his face, i had a clear picture of him the next day, and still now, several days later...intense eyes--striking light turquoise irises with distinctive large dark speckles...longer than speckles, almost lines actually. not exactly the most inviting eyes, but the softness of his face made up for it.

Strangely, i think he may have known the truth.

Mister, please forgive my close-mindedness, and if we meet again, i would welcome and appreciate a conversation this time. Maybe i do want to know the truth. And thank you for trying. (well, you never know, now do you?)

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interrupting stranger