Anatomy of a chance meeting
“I’m sorry, am I in your way?” I turned to address the blonde girl that was standing to my right. My peripheral vision is really incredible and I had noticed her standing there for a minute or so.
“Oh no, I’m just waiting for the soup,” she replied. I was in the process of scooping out my favorite ready-made chicken soup from Whole Foods into a container to take home. Apparently, she was also a fan of this particular soup and was waiting patiently for me to finish. This was my favorite soup ever, and as it turned it, it was hers as well. We talked for a few minutes…about soup…and then went on our way. I have a lot of short conversations like these throughout the day since I’ll pretty much talk to anyone.
I paid for my soup, along with my other groceries, and headed out to my car. I opened the trunk and started loading bags in when I heard someone say, “hey.” I turned to see the same girl standing there. Interesting.
“Do you have a cell phone?” she asked. I couldn’t imagine what she could possibly want with my cell phone. Surely she had one of her own. Unless…
“Sure, did you lose yours? Want to call to see if you can hear it ring?”
“Exactly,” she said, “I’m really sorry to ask, but I’m pretty sure it’s around here somewhere.” She didn’t look like the cell phone stealing type, so I handed it over and watched her walk around the parking lot. Poor girl, she didn’t find it.
She came over to return my cell phone and thank me. I wished her luck in her search as she ran back into the store. I got into my car and started driving to my next destination.
As I drove I thought to myself, she was kind of cute, maybe I should have tried to get her number. And then I realized something: I did have her number. She used my phone to call hers, which means that her number is now in my recently dialed number list. Thinking a call might be a little too much, I sent her a short text message, “hope you found it by now.”
An important thing to understand about communication is how to interpret the response. If she had any interest in having a conversation, she’d respond; otherwise, she’d ignore. The response alone doesn’t indicate a willingness to continue the conversation, however, unless it’s accompanied by a question. That’s the key to look for.
I laughed to myself about how ridiculous this whole situation was. Yeah, like something could really be started over a conversation about soup. I mean, it’s good soup, but not in a, “I’ll find you a date for Saturday night” kind of way. What even possessed me to text her? I continued to laugh as I drove home. Then a buzz from my phone, it was a text message from her number:
“I did, thanks. Where are you from?”
Things were about to get more interesting.
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