Last night as I was walking home from the Opera, a homeless man asked me if I would kill him. I said, "then who would kill me?" Interpolating that it would have to be tit for tat if I did so. Then we talked about life, and hope and God for a good 45 minutes. I was freezing, but we were having a good balanced conversation. At the end of said conversation, he mentioned that his one dream is to find a girl, someone that would love him in return. I said I had the same dream to find a man to love me in return and so though we were in different places and circumstances we were siblings in the same cause.
Then he proposed. It was sweet, he was sincere.
I almost said yes.
Why not.
We parted laughing and I think that was the best conversation I have had in a long time. I love discussing life, hope, and then having a laugh, a good hard laugh.
If I ever see him again, Scott was his name, I might rethink my no.
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