I hate believing in destiny but sometimes it really freaks me out. There I was, convinced I would never meet someone who shares my love of Russian literature and enter Mr. C. Russian-American, Mr. C loves Russian literature, plays the trumpet (well, might I add) and knows his Coltrane from Led Zeppelin. He teases me about my neurotic work tendencies and wants to teach me to swim and climb mountains. What’s the catch? He doesn’t want to get involved. That’s just another way of saying he is not interested, right? Fine by me because I don’t want a relationship either. So there.

How many times have you heard that sentence? “I just can’t get involved right now.” How many times did that person mean truly mean it? I have to be honest and say part of me craves the intimacy of having a special someone. But is that enough? After all, the other (more dominant and louder) side of me knows I’d be a fool to take on all the complications of a relationship. Which leads to another question: How ready do you have to be for a relationship?

Mr. C and I really get along, we connect. However, he just moved to Hong Kong and I’m not exactly a shining endorsement of “relationship” material. Even without a relationship, it has already gotten complicated. First off, should I keep my distance from him? If we are not meant to be, why do we still have chemistry?

Why do we connect with people who don’t want the connection? As I see it, that defeats the purpose. Why is destiny screwing with my heart by painting Mr. C into the picture when he does not want a relationship? Are we destiny’s children or playthings?

Argh, we’ve just made plans to go out on Saturday night. Sounds like I too am intent on toying with destiny…

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