I didn’t have time to get into the details of that night of the full moon. Sir Gawain.
In the Arthurian story, Sir Gawain must answer the riddle of what women want most. And the answer is…free will.
And for whatever reason, this story set the precedence of my interaction with a beautiful, deep-voiced man I met by chance one night on a sidewalk. The night we met, we were two subtle, winged creatures, drawn to the same light. When he said he believed darkness had a stigma, that so much light comes out of darkness, I knew he could understand me.
I don’t give out my number. But he asked kindly, so I did. I asked for his email to send the story of Sir Gawain and the Hag, because he’d brought up his love for King Arthur stories, and I told him that was my favorite.
Then that night, when the improbably happened, when by a full moon, this beautiful stranger showed up at my doorstep, I had gone to bed wearing this:
That night was the first and only time I’ve worn this shirt, having bought it from a local artist because I liked the design, but it didn’t fit. Yet going to bed that night, I put it on and it fit. I never planned on anyone seeing it because it is a private shirt, about private feelings.
That night I was already in bed when I got his message that he wanted to find me.
And under that full moon, he found me.
He had the key. We had so little context at that point that everything between us was the key. But he missed the lock and I let him go.
How can a woman so warm be so cold.
Because I care.