(No) Name & Face?

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When I was very young I had a singular experience. I was traveling through train between two German Cities when a very good-looking man sit in the same cabinet I was. After some minutes we started a conversation, it was so charming and smooth that we were curious to ask more about each other, but then we realize that the chat was in fact so intimate, so passionate and free due to the fact that we were indeed strangers, so we decided to continue the talk without knowing nothing about each other. That incredible and deep charm resided precisely on the unknown.
After 3 hours the train arrived to its destination, he was eager to know more details about me, but I decided to leave it to casual…

We never met again, but I remember those 3 hours as one of the most erotic moments I have experienced in my life although we don’t really even touch each other.

9 Years ago I had another singular experience…. Although this one was not at all an erotic one, it was about friendship ... yes, friendship. I have found a friend in the Internet, he is a writer and we share so many things together. The condition of this friendship was that I didn’t know his face, I told him never to send me a picture and the friendship was fantastic under this premise. But he wanted to know me, and just after my trip to Ireland he came to Mexico to meet me. It was strange, although he has a nice face and a wonderful conversation, I realize that the deep friendship I have had with him is death. I don’t know why but I cannot share with him my things… just because I know now his face.

Comments

Darth Tater said…
A friendship with somebody with no face is sometimes deeper because it's like being talking to yourself, I think. But when the curiosity arrives, things change. It could be better or worst but never the same after looking at his/her face, listening to his/her voice, and other things so subtle that only happen between two human beings...
10 September, 2007 16:18
odette farrell said…
You are right Darth, a friendship with someone with no face could be like a diary...although this friendship was really not very deep, but well it was a friendship.

The curious thing is when you get to know the person, and even more important that the face are the gestures... the way somebody moves, the way somebody looks, the way somebody shakes hands...those small details make you realize whether you like someone or not...
11 September, 2007 20:53
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