- THE SCEPTIC BELIEVER-

You can run but you can't hide from love. Haven't we all heard it before? I ask myself that as I pace myself from one side of the room to another. Once and again, in every song, in every romantic novels, television and on the radio! I sit down in my favourite chair, in the middle of the dark living room and think for a while as I stare at the ceiling.

-They say that there comes a moment in life.....no,no, wait, in fact it is a split second in life, not just a moment, but a split second, in which that special feeling forces its way into your heart, and it arrives ...not a minute too early and not a second too late... Nonsense! -
And as I sit there with, my hands tied behind my head and think about that theory, I realise that it simply does not make any sense! Not to me at least. Maybe it does to the few who have lived such experience, but to the rest of us, it is just a bunch of beautiful words carefully linked together. But me? No, I cannot believe it for a split second.

-Sceptic? Yes! And I have every reason to be! And why should I have any reason whatsoever, to believe that there is a common pattern? The answer is NO! -
-But I did feel a little something when I saw her come in. Okay, butterflyes in my stomach, but it also happens to me when I fly my airplane and take a controlled dive....so It doesn't mean a thing!- I stand up for a moment and scratch my head, as if I was soon to come up with a theory that would make Einstein look like an apprentice and Newton like a school boy. I was to prove that theory wrong! I was determined to do so! -But last night was pleasant, yes. And it is true that she did catch my eye as she walked into the crowded restaurant. Okay, but that was different! It was just a pretty face that caught my eye, it happens every day. Right? But wait...I did feel that the room go quiet as she sat down....And all I could hear was her voice! I guess that I was just paying attention.- Anyway, everything did go black and white except for her and her and her greyish sweater that was zipped up and covered her neck almost completely. That must have been the only detail that I noticed, though. Well, that and the silver rings on her fingers, two of them. But that's all, nothing else! That, and her black trousers......but that's just coincidence, Claudio, coincidence.....and stop thinking about that! ....but what about those small earings? Or her golden hair that rested on her narrow shoulders? No! I don't remember anything more! Not her black boots, not her Tommy Hilfiger mark on her sleeve! I don't. I was not paying attention!! I was simply not. And as long as I don't pay attention to every little detail of one single female, I know that my theory is simply right.