Falling in Love with Strangers

I passed an extremely attractive gentleman today on my way to work. He was dressed in black, in this slick, sexy trench coat. He had thick, luscious black hair and--even though I don't usually like them on guys--a totally hot goatee. We exchanged glances--the kind that says, "You're gorgeous, I like your style, let's...." and then we continued on our ways. I looked back over my shoulder; as far as I know, he did not. My point of this little scenario is that I fall for strangers all the time. Whole galaxies of love and lust pass between us in a few seconds. Maybe these galaxies don't disappoint because we haven't dug into some of our neurotic layers, and been stung. Love comes in so many different packages....There's the obsessive, all-consuming kind of love. Fire wrapping us up in tight blankets. There's the safe, comfortable, friendly love, where the passion may not always burn down houses but it feels right and just and freeing. Then there's the love with strangers. Sometimes I really think this does go beyond lust and pheromones. That for just a moment--call it Karmic connection--your eyes meet and everything collapses together and you have this brief, transitory Love Affair that captures years inside an instant. But then the light changes. Or your car turns a corner. Or the cashier hands you your change and you say thank you and then walk out the automatic doors. I fell in love with a stranger today, as I have in the past, as I will in the future. And while longer, more permanent relationships come and go I'll still be able to look back at these men and women--they are legion--and think: "Yeah, thanks for being my ten-second Soulmate."