I was at a birthday party in Silverlake. There was a guy with his station wagon parked in the driveway – he was a friend of the host. The trunk of his car was full of things he was giving away, mostly artwork.
I picked up a kid’s painting and smiled at it. I love kid paintings.
“Can I have this one?”
“What’s the story behind it?”
He hesitates, then chuckles. “Now you’re making me feel like an asshole. My niece made it for me years ago.”
I laughed. “Well I like it. I’ll take it.”
I saw him looking at the width of my shoulders. He said, “Hold on, I might have something else for you.” He went to the front seat of his car and got out a coat.
“Do you like it? I think it’ll fit you.”
“Yeah I like it!”
I tried it on. It hugged my body perfectly and I felt like a little Russian doll.
“Thanks! I’ll take it.”
Later that afternoon, as we sung Happy Birthday to the host, I saw the guy across the room. We locked eyes for a couple seconds.
The next couple weeks I thought about him a few times. He was the kind of guy I dreamt of when I was younger – an artistic man who looked like he jumped straight out of Lord Of The Rings.
I remember loving that trilogy when it first came out 15 years ago. While all the girls were swooning over Orlando Bloom as Legolas, I was infatuated with Viggo Mortensen as the King. This guy was equivalent to the King. MY King. And I would be his Queen. 😉
My girlfriend invited me to a Christmas carol event the following weekend. I chose to wear my new coat. It felt appropriate for a Christmassy event.
As we watched the choir kids sing I reached into my pocket. There was something wrapped in a piece of tissue. I looked at it confused. It was like when Kate Winslet looks at the Statue of Liberty at the end of Titanic and found the diamond necklace, except in this tissue was a piece of Rose Quartz. For those who aren’t into the stone thing, Rose Quartz is the stone of cultivating love.
A couple weeks later I was at my dining table flipping through Tinder. Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left. I stopped. OMG. This is the guy from the party! I looked through his photos to make sure. Yep, it’s him. I swiped right.
It’s a match!, the App told me.
A few minutes later he sent a message. It was an extremely thoughtful message that showed he looked through all my photos and took time to notice the little things. I also adored his use of emojis.
He asked, “Is there anything else I should know about you?”
I smiled as I typed. “Yes. We’ve met before.”
There was a pause. He said, “Did I give you a rad coat???”
“I THOUGHT that was you!”
Our conversation continued and eventually we met up at one of his art shows.For a few months we got to know each other and dated. It was magical. The more I got to know him, the more I realized that this was indeed the guy I dreamt about. We had a wonderful time together.
On our second date I asked him why things didn’t work out with his last girlfriend whom he was with for a long time. He said she decided she wanted a family and he wasn’t ready for it. She ended up meeting someone else who wanted the same thing and started a new life. I thought that was a very courageous move on her part – to let go of something you’ve built for 5 years (and someone you love) to make space for what your heart truly desires.
Things didn’t work out between me and the dreamy artist, as I will refer to him. We were always great at communicating where we were at, and a few months in it came apparent that timing was off. We lovingly agreed to remain friends.
The other morning I looked at the piece of Rose Quartz I had kept that was in the pocket of that coat (which I safely assume belonged to his ex-girlfriend). I never told him about it. It had been sitting on the shelf in my bathroom.
I brush my teeth and think back at how it came to me.
It was as if everything in the universe conspired, as if she made the special delivery – a gift being a piece of Rose Quartz that was hidden in the pocket of the coat, delivered to me so perfectly through him that one afternoon.
Still brushing my teeth, I reach for the stone and gave it a squeeze. It reminds me to stay courageous and I feel it – I am well on my way~