It turns out, Henry was intrigued too. At least he took a close look at my Facebook page and started pointing out things that he liked or we had in common.
Like, a few of my top ten favourite films are also his and thereof, The Sting, is one of the reasons he decided to go into movie making. Yes, he's a movie maker, a director and cameraman. And once we started chatting about our jobs, we realised that our paths had crossed at least twice! Although we couldn't quite remember each other.
Of course, I still had no idea what he looked like but still, couldn't remember talking to a blond cameraman that time we were definitely in the same place at the same time. And he didn't recall having talked to me, although he did vaguely remember a journalist with big, fuzzy hair visiting the film location where he was working at that time.
I'm not terribly superstitious but I am open to letting the Universe take its course and try looking out for its signals. Henry and I had been at the same place at least twice and now, because of a little Facebook mishandling, we had contacted each other. Is that coincidence or the Universe desperately trying to make the horse drink after leading it to the effin lake?
Henry's e-mails were always interesting and witty, he's very good with words, I must say. I have of course Googled him to bits but to no avail, he seems to avoid having his photo taken! I came up with a couple of small images with him all blurred at a distance, or wearing a large, hooded parka (as freezing cameramen do) so all I know is that he's slim, tall and blond. And I'm getting so excited, I check my Inbox as soon as I see there's a new message, eagerly waiting for his next reply.
So, when out at lunch with my friends Alice and Sophie this weekend, I asked them whether it wasn't weird getting so excited about a total stranger, who I don't even know what looks like. The pair of them are hopeless romantics, poor sods, so they both shouted 'No!' and got even more excited than me. But to be honest, I don't even know that much about him, his Facebook profile doesn't reveal much and I haven't managed to pry about his personal life through our short Facebook conversations. He might as well be married with five kids for all I know!
I told my friends that, before they'd start planning my wedding. And then I told them his name. That's when Alice almost choked on her chicken salad. She recognized the name; his last name is quite unique and she had made a note of it a few days ago, noticing he had commented on Alice's friend's Facebook page. Yes, complicated and far-fetched but yet so convenient. Alice and Henry have a mutual friend!
So, now I'm waiting to hear what Alice will find out after talking to her friend. Patience.
