Do you believe in the concept of “The One,” as in a single meant-to-be person for another whom they may tragically never unite with and yet are inexplicably connected to by Fate? Having recently been trapped into watching the Katherine Heigl vehicle (Angry Babble Clown Car) “The Ugly Truth” ON A LOOP in a crowded women’s health services waiting room, I can tell you that it is one of the most asinine ideas of all time, that will, for reasons that are likely chromosomal, never go away.
Well, this might be my one. Last September @Pablovex sent me a photo taken the year before of a gentleman riding a bus in SF. The deeper I looked into his shirt collar area, the more my heart was dazzled. To layer so much and so well is a fine art skill oft only attributed to the young women of Harajuku. He was wrapped in an air of mystery and refinement. Perhaps, Pablo suggested, he was on his way to the Asian Prom. Then, months later, another picture of a man on SF public transportation wearing red pants came my way via Intentional.
Be still my heart!