Six months ago, when I returned from New Zealand, I was totally smitten by an Englishman that I met while I was traveling. I can’t even tell you what we had in common, other than the fact that he worked on the British counterpart to a television show that I had worked on in the states. I dunno, I guess I just liked that he paid attention to me. And he promised to visit me sometime soon.
“Soon,” btw, is one of my least favorite words in the English dictionary. If “soon” had meant that he would be over here before the holidays, you would have found me running up and down the hallways singing songs of joy.
But soon never means anything other than “not now,” so I couldn’t get excited about it. “Soon” is the opposite of a promise, just like its vicious cousin “maybe.” If I’ve learned anything, it’s best not to work yourself up for something that might not (probably won’t) ever come.
It took me about a week to let any hopes of a visit being a reality die down, and then I was on to bigger and better things. I’d say I almost completely forgot about this Englishman if it weren’t for the occasional “how are things?” Facebook wall post that I would get every couple of months or so. Otherwise, he was a non-thought.
So wouldn’t luck have it that when I’m waiting on a “soon” from someone else that this Englishman would pop back up into my life? He will be in Los Angeles in a week. That. Is soon. It will be good to see an old familiar face, but he’s not the one I want to see.