- And finally they met

But of course, I just got diverted in what I do, not what I really am or for that effect what I really want. Is there any difference between those ?
Let’s get back to the real story, he felt good, he had no idea why, but felt like he could do anything today. HE could not stop thinking on the girl at the bar, Ann. She came in as ‘sightings” in many different ways during that infamous dinner. Somehow, he thought seen her coming to the restaurant, then get out of the ladies room. It was funny he thought, haven’t had that in long, long time.
Forgot about the incidents and went on with the plot planning.
He decided to leave early, and let the group getting drunk and ff to whatever they were planning to. He has never been a friend of nightclubs and other “only men” entertainment. He has stop all kind of relationships 12 years before, when he got so hurt, that he decided to kill that emotion inside him, but tonight was different.
HE went back home, or what he called home in Toronto, he really had no home. He felt sometimes like going back to his gypsy background, carrying “home” wherever he went.
His father was born in Spain, but really his grandmother was the one that came from a gypsy family, even with ties to the Rumanians.
On his way home he forced his route to go by the bar where he had met her. HE tried picking through the windows at a very slow pace, but nothing came and he just accelerated and took off. Home it is tonight, he thought.
Sleep has never been a problem for him, he can do it almost any place, and no needs for his own pillow or a special anything. Mostly a cup of coffee before bed. And of course a cigarette.. He found himself enjoying this tonight. He could hear the TV in the back; he got this habit when h was in China. At the end of a day of only listening to mandarin, he wanted to listen a language he could understand, in the background.
So he turned the TV on, even when he never really listens to it. Got his coffee and went on with his “go to sleep routine” : teeth first, then pajama, then turn on the mac, check some sites, order didn’t matter, facebook, linkedin, gmail, aol mail, finally hotmail. Sometimes even the office mail, but since the blackberry actually give him instant access to the office mail, he seldom check it form the computer.
Once all these was done, go to bed, start the unloading process, a book – he always has to read something before falling asleep – but this time was different. He never touched his book, closed his eyes and went practicing something he has not done in long time: remembering a face and a voice, putting together pieces of information, and then he went on a meditation stage.
When he was 10 years old, his family went through real tough times, father lost his business, then lost his job and they were living on selling stuff form the house. He was the only one that will go with his father every other day to the pawn house, and try to get some cash for the next two days survival. He was at that time, honors student, the best of his class and randomly went to play or do anything else that was not helping. But at night, he dreamed with something different. He got a book from a friend’s house, explaining something about a silver string that attached the “soul” (soul defined as the non material being) to the body and how your mind can control this string so you can actually got to places of see people when you learn how to let your “soul” travel.
He got into meditation, got more books on it, became a real believer in all the Lopsang Rampa theories and at that age, he lived all the novels he will read using this method. By the age of 12 he had read every single Jules Verne novel, almost all the material that he could found on WWII and several novels on Roman Empire leaders (his favourite was always Cicero, who became the most famous speaker of the Roman Senate).
Meditation served him a purpose; it was his escape from the environment he didn’t like at all.
He has not done this “traveling” in long time. He tried many times along the years and it always work, something he called “reconstruction”. It was a way for him to regain control over every single detail that happen during an event where he wasn’t able to focus, because there was “noise” around him at the moment when it passed.
He first went over “recognizing” the place, seats, table, other people around, then went directly to her. Her hair was with what look like natural lights, some place between blond and light brown, went down in a very simple way. Amazing were her lips. She tended to bite them after every sentence, in a way that you felt she was stopping more words to come out, sexy in a way, but most of all intriguing, wanting to know more. Then a pair of light blue eyes, surrounded by great “infrastructure”, no blinking, that was weird for somebody her age, sadness came out of them, but a force that have not seen in long time. Her aura, was definitely that of a red colour with blue tones that showed he was right.
She walk like she was floating, not really sexy again, but with a peace of mind, with the kind that shows the world you know what you are doing, but again, all that just seemed to be part of an act.
He went to sleep with that image, he used to be able to control his dreams, almost every single night, he will decide what to dream of. This time, he decided, that was it; he won’t allow her into his dreams. It was probably just a again that feeling, fear.
It happen so many times in his life, it follows him around the world. He has never been good at loving, he always gave too much too fast or simply walk away. Happen to him for the first time when he was only 12 years old, he finally talks to that girl, got her first kiss and then he was removed from his native city to live in Paris. He actually decided after a year living abroad, that he was becoming a priest. Started attending Mass every day at 6 am, helping with the catholic groups in the afternoon, etc. for more than a year. He was only 14 by then and starting looking at girls again. But now he tended to be careful, no going deeper into anything. Also, his family situation didn’t help. His father was dragging the family again into one of his bad business decisions and there was never money for anything. So he learned to create a world of his own. Alfonso’s world.
He felt in love with his teachers, that way, by pretending the impossible he was never going to get hurt again.

He felt asleep, while going through all these memories…

Next morning, his usual routine, read several newspapers and then prepare for another day at work. He loved his work, it was exciting to see how things have been building momentum during the last year, even against all odds, he was still at the helm of the division and the master plan was going ahead. One news came as a terrible bald of cold water, when his best friend and long time travel and work companion, was told by doctors that he was sick with cancer in the pancreas.
For the next coupled of months he dedicated his efforts to find some cure for his friend. There was only one thing that came to alleviate this. Ann finally one day sent him an email asking for any opportunity to work at his company.
So that brings us back to where we start.
He decided that he couldn’t really do anything without first meeting her in a more professional environment. A lunch meeting was set up at one of the top restaurants in town.
She came almost on time, very nervous and seemed to be exactly what he had pictured in some many dreams: her aura couldn’t be bigger.
The talk about everything, her life, his life, work and many other subjects, by the time dessert came, he was convinced that she was something especial, with what it takes to make it in the right environment. He gave her many pieces of advice on her resume, how to present it to be a perfect candidate for a position in the marketing department. She wanted to explore this avenue and she had the formal education for this. She didn’t have the experience and that was somehow a concern for her. But as he always said, somehow nobody was born with experience, one person in your life is going to give you the little push, the opportunity, to get ahead and then you need to be prepared to take it. He didn’t need to elaborate a theory around this. His own life had been all about this, positioning himself at the right place at the right time and then have the necessary guts to take the challenge, never say no to a task, doesn’t matter how odd it seemed to be. There was always a way to learn and create your own luck down the road. Just needed somebody to open the door.
The next weeks, they talk over the phone and she had many interviews until she got finally a firm offer. You should had seen her smile, her eyes could give live even to dead people. He had not seen a look that gave so much life in many years. Obviously he had made the right decision. She was going to make it.
Time went by, she started working, asking many questions and they developed a great relationship, he really enjoyed her company, her lively attitude and her unique sense of humour. She has a very unique way of confronting life, her views on the world were totally different, but at the same time, many of the ends were so similar. He had been like that one day, no long time ago.